Published: March 17, 2007
For this to be, might I say,
To wait for you for a better day,
For you I ask will it be ok,
To whom I ask will the violin play?
A turn of the watch and forever thou stay,
Please keep in mind and please never stray,
It is thus the reason and we all should pray
A thousand times over and our flesh turns to clay.
This is the gray,
and we are the prey,
This is the fray,
and an endless delay.
For the days that we shall spend so far far away,
To all those drones upon which we must always pay,
For the lives we have destroyed in this fiendish cliche,
To the end of the line with you and starve the buffet,
Give me the reason I need to obey,
Relive me the treason I cede to betray,
Bring me the season, I bleed to dismay,
Sing me the reason I heed to portray,
And what of the feelings I wish to display?
Quote simply confusing "Hip hip hooray."