(To, to, to) To every side in every case
I look to be upon the justice of my faith
If you decide to run away
Hear me sing your praise, although it's late
I stutter to a real mass
Filtrating, went along
A written song of fate
And of my hate
Did not go wrong
Decide what's on your plate
For all my charms is never less
I need for you to go along
And validate my best
To speak alone though all will hear
Explain to me, avoid my tears
And my fear
The promise for when you ask
A broken frame to wear the task
The gear was high and so the speed
For tension plays, avoiding me
A written song of fate
And of my hate
Did not go wrong
Decide what's on your plate
There's someone out there for me
And in the face of war we're strong
Though no one cares for my need
Still can find that I'm alone
I pray to set to set the scene
Evaluate, cease the faith
Take the presence of others
Make it into your own
Divided questions by our fathers
Start slaying, set to your tone