If the land is giving
then we are finished
all we really need
is self control...... control ourselves

All that we really feel
                                      Is strain
all that we really know
                                      Is marching

Burn the piggys
We'll hold the tower steady
everyone stay focused
We'll hold the tower steady

Until birth
we will never know
Life will progressively flourish
and the gawkers will learn
That there is not much time....... maybe
I hope....... maybe?