Duel of the Fates

The putrid mess it is,

The contempt of me,

The contempt of you.

We long for more,

But the strain of the struggle,

Rips our souls apart.

Our fate is linked to the,

Autumn leaves on the ground.

Many left - thats the course
Any regret - thats the worse
Many oust the good, thats pervert
Any bad blood - thats what hurt
Fuck those friends they never were
Our Revolution still lives
Fuck those friends they never were
Our Revolution still gives