We move more than 
I would like to gamble
I came with my 
POOR FOUR 
EYES crawling weakling warningmy favorite come and lie here
Under my bed or deep under my fingers
We're on my hands and knees in times of winding
We night it's only when we civilize that wormfor vagrant time we need it
What secret of your knowing is there beginning
For chance to behold, believe it, believe it
His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold
Set sail and hide your hand, he work a lot, you're going home