Coded-ancient, the crease
Unlock the timers and strike the shimers
In my sleep
Grab the coat-steal the fleece
From behind the curtains it will most certainly
Bring peace
To those in cuntless numbers
No longer cold or hot like
Things that I will keep
And Hide them in my sleep
They live in countless numbers
No longer cold or hot like
Things that I will keep
And Hide them in my sleep
Coded-ancient
Oh brightness we shall see
Loaded up and at night when we shall flee
Not to tread though the heavy life
Sink in the dream
On the right night
You'll find her waiting
Selling things for cheap
The things that I will keep