Trains have been wrecked
I see it's drift from afar...

I'd pick a pocket just for you
poach a soul and stick it on with glue...

Rendezvous with a stereotypical stranger
hats off to you sir, wearing and tearing, BC to AD...

Excuse me this excuse
while I baffle most of you, I should do...

In an instance of glory
pure life fights lull fall...

Concealed in a world so proud
Reflections I could never see...

The rose that grew from concrete
Despite of true born grief...

This sin has been cast
and demons I pass...

Let me take you by the hand
i'll show you love...