On the steady and the straight, an evangelistic stray
You made your way
Keeping all of this in line, but the memory does fade 
To blue-ish gray. 
Hey, hey, hey
The push and pull of all your change and the order of 
your fangs 
Has a way
Of eating through the customized elixir we had made
Oh, the shame
The detailed rush of all these hours, a world within your 
scowl
And furrowed brow
Sits so ready for the chance for extended view of prey
The helpless prey
Crashing down, the ricochets of shells was commonplace 
For those days
Dressed in dust and stink we'd sway, and stumble through 
the gates
To make our way. 
Hey, hey, hey