Oh, there’s dry wind blowing from your dreams
It’s worth finding rubies and gold
Tunnels make it seem so far beyond the reach
Sending microphonic dunes inside the waves
Satifaction comes from the inside
Your mischief on the choir is a sin
Worthless worth gets the rivers running gold
Words you speak, still stabbing me
We pray for the masterpiece
Token paid to enter
Locked up with the curse of living
Numbered days, the wait
Oh, there’s foolish minded caveman here
Now he’s on a hunt for the biggest hero
Movement’s cunning, and chases for lush
Acting sinister with an innocent smile
We pray for the masterpiece
Token paid to enter
Locked up with the curse of living
Numbered days, the wait
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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