Should the shy be swept away
By the shouting of the shameless
And a blind submission reign
And make a novelty of thought
May our civil sites remain
Wholly on our understanding
That our understanding may
Bring the solace we have sought

Artificial eyes
And superficial prose
Those we idolize
They bring no hope
I dreamt there was a time
As of yet unknown
Every severed soul
Will be re-sewn

Should the shy be swept away
By the shouting of the shameless
And a blind submission reign
And make a novelty of thought
May our civil sites remain
Wholly on our understanding
That our understanding may
Bring the solace we have sought
Artificial eyes
And superficial prose
Those we idolize
They bring no hope
I dreamt there was a time
As of yet unknown
Every severed soul
Will be re-sewn