With heading and stead go right back and forth   You're gracing them all with the little respect you hold   Green and gold   As someone this way comes to conjure the corpse      You'll never laugh quite as well as when it all fades to a flicker of former self   bleeding an inner hell   Suffering paid for in honesty   What we lose down here will not be found      Corner all your false hopes you're willingness will be...      That's when the mask of the man eclipses the face and we will answer to him singing the muse   what know will end never meant as it begins   No longer idle and cold writing in flame      Spinning on your laurels come quick don't question worth   flicker in the false hope of putting back on what's gone   Your words world is down here   Flicking in false hope on putting back what's gone