Coded-ancient the crease

Unlock the timers

And strike the chimers

In my sleep



Grab the coat - Steal the fleece

From behind the curtain

It will most certainly

bring peace



To those with countless numbers

No cold or hot

Like things that I will keep

And hide them in my sleep



Coded ancient

Oh brightness we shall see

Loaded up and at night when

We shall flee

Not to tread through the

heavy life

Sink in the dream

On the right night

you'll find her waiting



Selling things for cheap

The things that I will keep