Here We Stand In The Middle Of Grief At What We Use To Fight For Or Make Belief Nay We Forgotten Nay We Forgotten A Song Of Honor, Love And Hope Held With Madness, A World To Cope At Times We Need Company Sweetness Of Democracy Fix Life Well Or Just Let It Be Unless You Leave Living On The Sea Nor Let It Pass You, Them Or Me Dearly Mounted To Great Remedy Lo, Flowers Blooming In Toxic Lands On Top Of Waste, Or Amputated Glands Violent Blossoms Of Another Shame Evolves To The Climax Of The Game