Where those seeds do gather,
The outskirts of your town.
Any hold just whatever,
Sticks under your ground.
And if you can’t find the place,
Just follow, the sounds,
That fill the cracks,
And distort the minds.

Away from the light
We run from fear !
To rely on the sounds,
That fuck from rear !

When my ideas do gather,
This distance to sunlight.
Is the time when my feet can,
Step back on the ground.
And if you can’t find the place
Just follow, the sounds,
That fill the cracks,
And distort the minds.