feeling the hope that will never die
waisting the minds
knowing the fishes will never cry
changing the times

but if it's our fault
that we're never right my fright
if it's been the cold
how it lives inside my fright
but if it's our fault
that we're never right my fright
if it's been our cold

cutting the trees that grow never fine
closing the doors
pollution is our main device
praising discourse

feeling the hope that will never cry
wasting our minds
knowing the fishes will never die
changing the lines