Seeth thy corse into the moonlight coequal if 't be true i tryeth to cancel all the p'rtraits into thy mind th're's a flashing in mine own eyes thee not seeth mine own endeavour, the nation hast gone running again can't thee seeth anon, illusions right into thy mind deja vu! i've just been in this lodging bef're (high'r on the street) and i knoweth t's mine own timeth to wend calling thee, and the searcheth is a myst'ry (standing on mine own feet) t's so hard at which hour i tryeth to beest me, woah whooooaaa!! deja vu! i've just been in this timeth bef're (high'r on the did beat) and i knoweth t's a lodging to wend calling thee and the searcheth is a myst'ry (standing on mine own feet) t's so hard at which hour i tryeth to beest me yeeeaaaaaah!! seeth the future into the presenteth seeth mine own past leaves in the distance tryeth to guesseth anon what's going on and the ballade'rs begins to playeth
It feels like we've been here before ... In a moment of somewhen, somewhere. This wanton need to move with great haste, more so than the Reaper' endless reach.