How can one know your places?—
Your cavernous spaces.
Us kidz sit to bleed the tensions fit to feel.
Our reality changes faces like leprous lepers; we’re all fit to feel.
Pins from steel we’ll seperate,
changing times need changed lives.
You’ll lead by example us who’ll evaporate -
dig us deeper down do satiate.
Uncover the unknown in set-right tones.
We’ll get right if you uncover, we’ll discover.
Weaken the crack we live in,
shovels break ground with your mighty hand.
Our plans lay down as we give in;
distancing for Kingdom-come, overcome.
Us kidz sit to bleed the tensions fit to feel.
We know what you’re about, transformation.Rinse dust off mysteries, excavation–
inhabitation by new remedy.
How can one know your places?—
Your cavernous spaces.
Helping hands do heavy-lifting
but we can’t come home.
Your cavernous spaces play home to your throne.
And we’re a helping hand.
Whip crack! in might, that mighty hand.
Play-digging breaking ground like mighty headz.
Separate sheep from wolves in heaps and droves–
these mighty headz.
Us kidz sit to bleed the tensions fit to feel.
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