I remember when it was too hot to sleep
and life was a bright mixture of the nostalgia
the longing for more
but the satisfaction in knowing the dreams
they are there
and here the fools are abroad
and loaders among the scene
everlasting falls of existence
and the rises are continuous in their
sly factions and ridiculous convictions
but we cannot break what is not ours
inherit the backlash of a revolution intertwined
and sleep with a volume tonight