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 There are fewer greater losses known We have our affect we have our ransom This we'll survive, surviving those I see your teeth are robed in crimson From your biting back the pain And if I had the strength for smiling You'd see my pain looks the same And I must walk these roads to freedom 'Cause I can hear them call my name In due time I shall return And my first words will be your name You're all I think, this thing set troublin' It 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