Lost again. 'Round here boy. Beggin' like a dog in heat. Longin' that tomorrow dies.
Hold the widow. Care for the old. And you'll find a way to transcend the fall.
Gone the day. Gone the age. Born today. Shining ray on high.
Who called this? Who wrought this violence? Great speaker. Nasturtium blooming, guard with your aegis of old. Truth-conscious through sundered ambience. Not granted, but earned by blood and work of the land that would goad. Refurbish with all benevolence. Conditions make perfect for the storm in our hearts that we hold.
Who never bore? Who never wore the weight? Starving for growth, consumption defines our fate. Where are we now? Losing our tongue to vice. Squelched by the claws, to babble below the ice. Some came before, broke free of this parasite. Trudging the mud, revealing the path of light. Honor the work. How could we replicate? Who never bore? Who never wore the weight?