Your constant fetter, leads to the old Books bound by knowledge, let truth be told
Ice holds us hostage, cat's tongue caught cold Fake frosts fools follow, two eyes can see
Fists fly forward, each own their reasons Best left unlearn-ed, cat's tongue froze
Dressed in feathers, warmed by one's wisdom Short incisions, your feelings flow
And we lye, oh and we lie Down in the gallows, tucked in sheep clothes
"insert Mr Bill Dolan's guitar solo"
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