Standard (EADGBE)

 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

 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