To remain pessimistic found , in this hour of distress

till decayed, derelict. Down

In this shower of Presence

desire profaned

you never see again

As horizons end

ever to descend

As horizons end

ever to descend

you retain a desolated frown

in this hour of distress

you invade the decadent crowd

In a shadow of pretence

desire profaned

you never see again

the light of day it seems to be enslaved