All eyes falls. on (the) tower of light (With) our necks bound tight Racing through the floods Of thumb tacks in the dark Knives run out, now (we're) one with the fight With all twist end might Weightless kicks end grips With four-five staring wide Never think Never blink They were all sleep The eyes never see it's head Never die Never dream Never run free The geze completely in shreds Falling forth still (and) all minds on line (Yet) no heerts in mind Summon holy sprinter (to) lead us through the night Handshakes are some broke men's endgame Just moths and flies will preveil But here'e time end time will always leave out, all behind