We must send a clear message:
That someone still has
The helmet
On and someone has
A blade at the back of progress
We are childless and no longer children
And our letters go unanswered so
Let us paint the map with a thousand X
Show them we still search for the treasure
Worse than iron better than gold
They have forgotten us:
The calm colossus so now we
Must don our party hats
Turn on the lights
And use the glare of the sun
To tear out the eyes of our enemies
Now my friends dribbling
With vision can we get a handle
On the front door
