Not for the want of trying to live or dying to want to live just to give up, we are the **** up, the shut up and listen, the ******' you hear through the thin walls at night
the light where the tunnel's caved in, the matchstick thin, the
knock and come in
the give it a rest, the best of friends, the life that ends
and then we're back to **** all and in the great hall we're
motes,