Ten dice born
I take it down a bitter taste
Fold a bitter time a bitter waste
I cannot see a payday
Mid range of a kite
A heaven take
Base love pale on a cutter's face
Face a mistake
Face a fail to see on a cutter's face
Men in bond
I see them crawl
Only tied to traitor's feet
Another class catastrophe
The ones who die for liberty
And now betray I cannot please
Seek the message
The times coalesce