What could hinder this haste Calm strewn the isle in this tattered grain In all this muzzled distaste I brush the vial hoping to misplace
Cover me with soil and tread Drape me with flames this frock of disdain Oh, stop this sunken ravine Pull out the slate from under me
This kingdom of the quilt of demand Forces the conquer of my plan, my plan The kingdom of my quilt of demand Forces the conquer of this plan, this plan
Kingdom in this quilt of the demand Forces the conquer of this plan, this plan Kingdom in the quilt of the demand Forces the conquer of this plan, this plan
