And down this road he knows Noone, no souls defeat, no ones cold feet, up the road, there's a tap and and mic. You can

And down this road he knows Noone, no souls defeat, no ones cold feet, up the road, there's a tap and and mic. You can grap them if you like, playing all night, till you lose control, suddenly inventing in a higher soul version is a vision of and ideation sweeping the nation, nationalization, pre conceived still born ,to the Free once be , missing me , now forage to the former fire, no conform, uniforn , been branded like a horse, I keep the true north keep looking past the sterilization and getting on with the real purity power in numbers, so it be now I see, you should too grab hold , peace be underground! ground