One F****d Pony

Here lies pestilence feeding on the flesh of our discontent

Here stands arrogance in the face of our best intents

We fell so hard to the fighting side, I fear that it quickened the fight in us to die

We tried so hard to bring beauty to light, we left unkempt the bitterness we hide

We all are set to fall

Let us sing one last time, one last dance before one last goodnight