We call on others to do better
Demand that new generations
Somehow must achieve
Greater than our own
Refusing to change our actions
Falling upon the faithful
Who somehow still believe
We refuse to live with any passions
By our hand we recreate the Hells
That we so bravely escaped
We refuse blame for our acts
Neither accepting consequences
Nor the treasons and defenses
We ourselves brought to life
Repeating cycles
Because they are easy to understand
We do what we've been taught
Refusing to give others a hand
While sitting in judgment
And stabbing backs
