In the Fall

There was laughter through the solace as the world had come to grieve Over arrogance and pestilence from all But the rains fall down as innocence when rainbows start to weave Telling all to keep on laughing through The Fall By the time the drunken pleasures festered into sober minds There were boasters selling penances for friends On their moral-risen soap box quelling guilt of every kind Then to justify repeating drunken trends There was madness through the epoch of the wild and untamed youth As their lobbyists won battles on the fields Against the yellow politicians laying down in voters booths While defenders of the quaint begin to yield When the blood flows out of Eden and proliferates through yore There was apathy and blindness all the while And the youth remain ambivalent to madness they ignore For the blood they cause is veiled in their beguile There was novel in the noble in the mourning of The Deep Whom had fallen to The Shallow in The Fall As the winter dawns upon the lasting remnants as they weep Here we stand, survivors, backs against the wall Hear the echo of the laughter through the solace as we grieve Heed the arrogance and pestilence from all Beware false rains of innocence and rainbows as they weave Just stand the Mindless and the laughter in The Fall