The division is starting to be permanent
As the rise and final fall of the government
Bitterness and sustenance

We carry on

So we reach for the familiar

Disguise or failure
Speak of conditions for the division


So let's climb back to the beginning
Suggested glances
Smoke and laughter at the meeting

Our minds content with limited exchange of Information

So we sit in silence

Ten years for this judgment
Fault mine or fate the final division