Virtual Bird - I'm not sure what I should call this one lyrics

Passage of fate And miracles lay Got to get ready To face my design Dubious pavement Glues and it dries The potholes of heads Sing to themselves Their hands hold wrinkles too tight Knuckled and drunk and ready to fight When the night comes by let out the rhyme Forces itself to sleep and it says goodbye Their hands hold wrinkles too tight Knuckled and drunk and ready to fight When the night comes by, let out the rhyme Forces itself to sleep and it says goodbye Wholesome deaths, sing me away To another dream if you call it that Wholesome deaths, sing me away To another dream if you call it that