Weren’t you a member?
A child to the sun
All the frightening of lions and thundering shamelessly
Tell me how often did you play the games, are you too old
Look to them now
They’re formed from nostalgia and built by the mean ones
Consecutive airwaves cut common foot gluttons; they’ll eat you alive
Run from them now
I’d ask for a teacup but your mind is racing me
Back to the start where our backs began facing what fools know
Clap for them now
Yes they were sleeping I realize misfortune
Stop subtle reaping we need them back onto our side!