45*21

wicket, does the kid even know
maze, oh golden corn
of woe, where the heart goes
You, Archer, the solitary know
when every ape does not know
The time when men were nothing but fists
got to get the kid away from the fist men
The strength of character
lock away in heart
Solid iron doors
the poor
You all jet around
now times will change
Get closer to the whole
The root is forever hard
around stone
OH cabin fever of not seeing
plants that are growing from you ears
You'd rather be in some dark holler
than know the golden steer
So Archer feels an in toward Mecca