We who have lived solemn lives,
Live again as to die,
Without a heartache or a pleasent stream,
To slowly guide a sullen dream,

Wish for me as days go by,
To live a life without the lies,
Of societal youth,
Democratic fields of,
Constant burning fires,

Reckless cares,
Desires and fears,
That destroy the animal paws,

The guilded nighttime,
Barren and cold doth he tell,
Will vile and such the skinless will