I'd rather die, than even try, lost cause friend, cold bitters end.
Truce on days, end those ways, explore some more, lost fought war.
Faint lost behalf, long walked staff, bitter cold, braided old.
No word for mask, forgotten task, to recall at last, no room for cast.
No word for ill, hearts travel still, no day for past, truth comes fast.
To carry on, day's new dawn, forgotten song, sun light belong.
With need, heal to heed, all came around, soft gentle sound.
Put thoughts in now, ancestors vow, see rippled staid, Celeste cascade,
Organic life, end all strife, living in last days, rainbow warrior ways.
If we do, attempt to true, we must be mean, and slay that machine.
Slay that machine, that has always been, the cause of all, this earth's downfall.