Walpole highway does not exist...
He tells me I am in the midst
Of medication...dedication will expose the myth
That makes the 3....we are drowsy but yet resist

Walpole is beyond the gate, the sum of us...the village fate
Walpole is the last descent, the testament of carnivore
Becomes amen, the end of men, the start of once was more
Our communion is 3 in 1, reunition with the coRe.

Walpole highway is the sky-laid, tethered to the ground.
Is seven times as old as even our eternal sound
A gift, a swift bird from the choices, from the voices
Of all you see around.

One day soon. We are drowsy...we cannot articulate the final fate in this condition.

Despite our mission.