We move forward implacably
Knowing that we make it across the wire this time
We depend upon an unjustifiable sense of faith
Even though we know that all around us is a void
The human condition does not allow for any pain
But for all of the attention given to them
And feed on what we see above
'Till our hearts turn like the seasons
I'm your friend until you use me
And then be sure I won't be there
As the final judgement is placed who*e mouth
The putative voice of the sellers
We can count on nobody
Sacrifice a mind innocent and pure!