From basement to basement attention’s neglected.
Thoughts of livings based solely on incomes from hunting our interest are discussed.

All for one agreed cause, nothing can change the former.

Winds bring new tidings, old words are stale.
Voice brings new versions of concepts turned promise.

We’re blind to singing songs; we’re deaf to sarcastic tongues.
Handshakes that were once warm are covered with gloves of fog.

Our thoughts and miles erased by the ink of a pen.
Let’s buy stock in ourselves it’s thriving.
Branches and footsteps blown over by wind from a lung.
Let’s invest in libel we’ll progress.