Lyrics:

I tried to run, I heard them going away
I know they will wait for me

But for eyes to shine and blood to merge
The raising of a buried land, claims a marked hand

She's been givin' it to me, the muse of poetry
Spiritually, physically, mentally and lyrically
Boundless around as there's no parameters
To laugh at us, damage us, and all the savages
Chasin' and wastin', come attend this mass hysteria
Your trivial material criteria
I ain't feeling it, I ain't even hearing any word said out

I saw a marked man among their crowd
Will he wait for me?

So for eyes to shine and blood to merge
The raising of a buried land claims a marked hand