Central Port Of Equal Times

Drift with the pen, save the wake, arrive late
The last forensic has the alms to take
It's a sad, wrong, wrong, kept order
Like a poster on the floor, not the wall, just a corner where
I've got an office and it's made of paper
With an hour-shaped glass sentiment retainer
In a 10x8 room with a view of the next room
"Coal on the cuff", from the phrases that we all exhume
And feed to the frenzied few
Who paid for thеir time
Verbal soldiers mouths comе lifted lines

For all they know, for all they know, for all they know
It's all we know

One central port, one central port, one central port, equal times
One central port, one central port, one central port, equal time