They're coming sorry for our second vanquisher
To have so much to pretend
Ourselves not so against though overtaken
This we'll survive, surviving those
Against the smell of rope, through pulley sing
Are fewer greater losses known
We have our affect, we have our ransom
This we'll survive
We're all I think, this thing set troublin'
This will not end without brevity
Against the smell of hope, through measuring
There are fewer greater former ghosts
We have our affect, we have our ransom
This we'll survive, surviving those