the lullaby to the nightmare dance.
From the grave grows stronger plants.
yes, it could be our final romance.
What's life without that chance?
 
Carry on wings rotting away,
your masterpiece, the final play.
your hope, your dreams, you pray,
all these things are here past today.
 
Calling all poets, song-writers and the hopelessly romantic.
The time has come to let your heartfelt song get frantic.
Unleash the overflow before this depression gets too manic.
Get the music pounding; this is no time for anyone too panic.