Sent to the liars   With my neck being hung by the wires   Climbed out to feel   All the spiders below at my heels   Rush to the trees   But the dark-coated ones heard us breathe   Rather than yield   We could drown in a pond by the field      Younger than who came before   Lost all that was built and stored   Who will know what became of us?   Ending on, the saddest note that ever was      Calendar, Post life calendar      Find out who's there   Hide the key to the diary there   Run through the snow   And our blood is like ice to the bone   We'll make a way   They won't find even hints or a trace   Buried in fields   All the soil fills and covers our grief      Younger than who came before   Lost all that was built and stored   Who will know what became of us?   Ending on, the saddest note that ever was      Calendar, Post life calendar