There will be no end soon
If I've seen things right that have come
People will be scared, they never will see anything
Meanwhile all of my friends have been struck dumb

How can no final thing come?
When our faces are pulled from us
How can someone blame who they refuse to name
For pulling other people down with them

Some have risen, they are lucky
To have their fall delayеd by people
What they havе is threaded, grafted, and plotted
Played out and bad

Some have made mistakes for us
Waiting by the door for us
We told them to go ahead, their support is just a weight
Better to sever the weighted limb

Where is it hanging tonight?
It is not looming to propel us along
We move ourselves to it, one year to sit in dirt
One cycle with which to comment upon the dirt