A million voices guide me on my way
On my quest to be the best of all time
You may cry and say that I'm a slave
In the mix with the six by my side
Slow and steady wins the race?
Spiral to our resting place
You fight for democracy
I will maintain anarchy
My companions will take me close but yet so far
Like no tomorrow; I will burrow premature
The pseudorandom will take me where you want
Your sacrifices will make sense; of that I'm sure
Slow and steady wins the race?
Spiral to our resting place
You fight for democracy
I will maintain anarchy
Slow and steady wins the race?
Spiral to our resting place
You fight for democracy
I will maintain anarchy