The irony is that I still stand.
But I wait here not a broken man.
Did yo think to offer more?
Just like your father, his before.

The fall of man has just begun.
Exhausting resource one by one.
Two in ten will surely die.
Just turn your head don't question why.

I still love you Mary-Jane.
Though I hit you every day.
A dozen roses calling truce.
You bruise easy, your excuse.