feeling the hope that will never die   waisting the minds   knowing the fishes will never cry   changing the times      but if it's our fault    that we're never right my fright   if it's been the cold    how it lives inside my fright   but if it's our fault    that we're never right my fright   if it's been our cold       cutting the trees that grow never fine   closing the doors   pollution is our main device   praising discourse      feeling the hope that will never cry   wasting our minds   knowing the fishes will never die   changing the lines