Anything
Owing us
We give it
Odorous
Have to race my soul
The skies are a mystery
To see you
For the famous, so voracious, of the right
Have to race my soul
Your hands onto what you seek
(?)
(?) for human blood
(fly) over us
(fly) the age
(fly) everyone
(fly) the roads of cloud
(fly) over us
(fly) the age
(fly) everyone
(fly) the roads of cloud
Owing us
We give it
Odorous
Fearing
Anything
Anything.