gaslight ages presume a mortal thief
unstrung the feathers on waxing soon
for everyone pitching back
i'm fancy free on eerie street
we're gonna make it alone
no one can break us and own
since ghosts tend to wait on home to do their bleeding
stake the races that roll pure dynamos
of everyone that's carried back
we're gonna make it alone
no one can break us and own
it's you that knows this moving feast
where there's a known unknown