Lyrics

Days don't rhyme, with all my friends Hard to believe, that we have friends Mind over lust, time to unfold Clearly we can see you, under your clothes Look at them run, in a beast hoof race Child's awake, child's awake Tangled horn, and the dust will fly, and the dust will fly Miles away All of our battle dance, can equate, as a dance Obvious, battle dance Take a bow, take a chance