Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room
Cut around the block
Shake in the boots we stocked
I'll turn your onset to off
'Cause with patience and much practice
Of keeping all this clean
Wipe the floor with rust
Abigail's lost touch and it makes for scattered debris
For nine years and square stars
Tonight we have it all made
For nine months, let's make much
All the bells were out of unison
I knew not why the latitude carried on
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues
I was built on binds of paperback
I knew not if the stories were told or taught
And all of our knees were carved in sand from Leningrad
On, said the rod and reel and not a drop to drink
But we do as we say and I'll do as I've said
Until my tongue parts the sea
On, said that self defense texture of the reed
And it climbs and it sings