Some things change and some things take longer You say he’s always the same well one day he’ll die and won’t say a thing Was he quiet all his life? Well he didn’t look like bones Now he’s eating worms Somethings change and somethings take longer Take long steps and you won’t notice the footprints, getting larger or smaller A limp in his walk His back starts to arch a new way except it’s always been empty Always full of change no matter how sharp you are you will be forgotten All the books about you burned by a tyrant All the progress made is dead Some things change and somethings take longer Put them together and every thing is empty Everything is empty.