May The Times Change

Go, My Songs, To Those Who

Have Instinct Lust

Go, My Harmonies, To The Ones

Who Have Lost Their Trust

Speak Against The Desperation

Of The Vanishing Breed

Be Against The Ones

Who Have Left Their Souls To Bleed

Tripping Slowly Through The Same And Safe

The Notes Of Disappearing Swan Song

Never Knew How Much The Hurt Could Give, So

May The Times Change When I Live