A legacy so far removed
One day will be improved
Eternal rights
Asylums with doors open wide
Where people had paid to see
A cry for help, a hint of anesthesia
The sound from
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders
Here
Instants that can still betray us
A journey that leads to
In fear every day, every evening
He calls her aloud from
This is a crisis, I knew had to come
Destroying the
Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory
So this is permanence, love's shattered pride
What once was innocence,