I Can’t Feel

Days don't rhyme, with all my friends
Hard to believe, that we have friends
Mind over lust, time to unfold
Clearly we can see you, under your clothes
Look at them run, in a beast hoof race
Child's awake, child's awake
Tangled horn, and the dust will fly, and the dust will fly
Miles away
All of our battle dance, can equate, as a dance
Obvious, battle dance
Take a bow, take a chance