GO, MY SONGS, TO THOSE WHO 

HAVE INSTINCT LUST 

GO, MY HARMONIES, TO THE ONES 

WHO HAVE LOST THEIR TRUST 



SPEAK AGAINST THE DESPERATION 

OF THE VANISHING BREED 

BE AGAINST THE ONES 

WHO HAVE LEFT THEIR SOULS TO BLEED 



TRIPPING SLOWLY THROUGH THE SAME AND SAFE 

THE NOTES OF DISAPPEARING SWAN SONG 

NEVER KNEW HOW MUCH THE HURT COULD GIVE, SO 

MAY THE TIMES CHANGE WHEN I LIVE