Most of the hustle plays are done without knowledge
Invisible neglect of the improper eye
That strives into motion beneath the footings lie
As savior to project, doing heavy haulage

Can the grace of the lords be the blessings in bells
That ring the truthfulness of the moment that passed
As the loud voices moan for the cries of outcast
That completes the journey as we walk on egg shells

Let's all be the saviors to complete this forging
The bridge of undying over flooding river
That evaporates land to the hard rock sliver

Build the landscape of air for the flowers surging
Peeling for the heroes to find correct centre
As new ways of doing from the old presenter