Oh, the sound of the magical lord.
Smile. Take me, will I ever go dance.
Funky. Oh, brother. Sister. Oh, sister.
This entire net of space would of been my bus.
Here, where I will create a new order. A flower.
But my half decapitated truth and deformed ego.
Inflamed, hexed. The world is indeed a cold place.
One versus the world, I always hear the sound of the chain.
Damn…
What can ever be the way, for me.
Oh, for the bounty.
Vowed, I swear it.
Take me to the land.
Take me to the land.
Take me to the land, oh.