There used to be a difference
A reference of what we become
There used to be a sign
A signal of excellence's bound
There used to be reference
A different sign of excellence and some
And yet there's a privilege
A basin of all that makes a difference
Truly with truthfulness
Fullness finds us worthless
Beautifully with togetherness
We are beasts hunger for loneliness
Carefully with emptiness
What we fight for is endless
At least grudges holds us with fairness
In corridors of harmony
The walls awaits alimony
In steps of reconciliation
The tiles holds information
The past is awful
The future is awfully awful
We are the wrong path of fools