Call my name through skies I don't own Leave the time from the cold its so old Speak the side, rot it time, I don't owe "Your the fire from their bones" said the grown I don't find them wrong. I define your cold. Call the snake from the sky out of lone Sleep the tide from the grown, in denial Seek the truth, rot in time, I don't know "Your time has become your own grail" I don't find them wrong. I define your cold. "I define them wrong" "I define your cold"