Coded-ancient, the crease Unlock the timers and strike the shimers In my sleep Grab the coat-steal the fleece From behind the curtains it will most certainly Bring peace To those in cuntless numbers No longer cold or hot like Things that I will keep And Hide them in my sleep (the whole part twice) They live in countless numbers No longer 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 though 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