still:

remember that it's all a game
and when your heart shouts wealth or fame,
remember that it's all the same,
remember we have much to gain,
and nothing to lose but hope.

still:

remember the way she looked,
and the way her throat strained at the hook,
remember it's your heart she took,
remember you're an open book
and your pages won't last forever.

still:

remember the shape of punk to come,
and how you used to be so dumb,
remember when she pulled the gun,
remember watching black ink run,
and the stains on your fingers forever.

still:

remember that he died for you,
and the years spent trying to pay that due,
remember that your human, too,
remember language is so crude
and the world is so...

still.