The sun is going round, Though it comes as no surprise, The days of bad religion And it’s monument’s in minds. What happened nearly What had blow up in the sky ?
Chorus: But something is complete, And you can’t turn it back. I’ve never failed to breed And read avoiding step to crap.
The rods of meanings Stay on site as compromise, And fulguravity vision Separates a shell from tides. What happened nearly, What had blow up in the sky ?