Green waves rippled from effect
From the blast of inward motion
The tides is out from defect
And the mass gets denser from lack of emotion
Can you see a future
Through the haze of the gusting winds
That threateb to obliterate all
With its mounting watery wall
To spurn the slime and wash anew
A surface so clean
Untextured green
Too late to turn back
And start out again
Complete total failure
With nothing we lack
Eventually thought we could have won
F*ck it all, this is it, we are done