We Travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain.
We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain.
Atmosphere is landin, demanding that you raise the curve
Expanding our kingdom, callin all heads of the earth.
That is the chorus to Travel. It's on the FORD TWO EP, a vinyl. There was also a remix on the industrial warfare EP.. bu the original was better
IF anyone has lyrics to the original please e-mail me!