Stride with breadth of your own will
And steps as light as your, their memories
Breaking with vessels of a donor look that
But enough of ends to a means
I refute dragging feet
Avarice makes quite the bedmate
While surely seeking spice
And refuses that it was coalesce and yearning
As the teasing of stem and words were
Extensions of cave walls and language fins
To swim through by the way of long hum greediness
Luxury instead of need, I said by him
But enough of ends to a means
I refute dragging feet
Avarice makes quite the bedmate
While surely seeking spice
Loud impacts with it all the time
The deafening your look
Lyrics deliver what the song spreads
Mood of the writer
Oh, crusts of isostasy
Steady this hand with the cards it has
But enough of ends to a means
I refute dragging feet