Every dog has their day;
As a snake slithering on by.
What left will be to say;
What left economy not shy…
For whom can we protect;
When nothing not left all that said.
Each soul into night wreck;
Will be day by day all so bled…
Let so the flames fakes fourth;
For this will be tears all the joy.
Burning lies come time forth;
Burnt lies no longer to all coy…
What left to be enough,
No longer sinning… all rebuff…