Stride with breadth of your own will and steps as light as your/their memories.
Breaking with vessels of a donor look that...

But enough of ends to a means, I refute dragging feet.
Avarice makes quite the bedmate, while surely seeking spice.

And refuses that it was coalesce and yearning as the teasing of stem and words were
extensions of cave walls and language fins to swim through by the way of long hum greediness.
Luxury instead of need, I said by him.

But enough of ends to a means, I refute dragging feet.
Avarice makes quite the bedmate, while surely seeking spice.
Loud impacts with it all the time, the deafening your look.

Lyrics deliver what the song spreads, mood of the writer.
Oh crusts of isostasy, steady this hand with the cards it has.

But enough of ends to a means, I refute dragging feet.