galleons used to hold us all are freed I will take my place in heaven that I make from poetry As the understanding savior passes by You are undecided you are not yet free You are walking on the line of poverty Struggles underrated when youre never freed Thats when matter doesnt matter anymore By-n-By The moral never comes By-n-ByThe stories always end and Satisfaction is a fiction of thy youth Sentences are lengthened Pleasure now a sin Since youre cutting up a bit long in the tooth ...