| No Man's Land |
|---|
| Born in peace and kind of |
| Undefined |
| Is it royal downtown? |
| Win against the cold |
| Mystified and old |
| And it’s the echoes sound |
| Aching and breaking |
| I’m proud to wear my crown |
| I wish to rip it down |
| Law hands deep in my ground |
| Sun and moon and I’m not |
| Terrified |
| And in falling old |
| I beg for you |
| To play along |
