all things must come to a fall
the end of the season, when water is gone
the life-energy cannot keep up with this deficiency
and soon all begins to fade, at first with nostalgia and pain
then with great longing for the past
and finally with great alacrity
knowing that after sleep for all something new will grow
even if we are not here to see it

Take this invitation
Bishop's Queen to Pawn
All of us were taken
All that was, is gone
Of this information
Shames us, one and all
Where's my compensation
Watching others fall
Welcome to the fall

Everything is useless
Nothing works at all
Nothing ever matters
Welcome to the fall