How many years has it been Dave, since I saw you pass through dad's hands to the river? And how many years will it be Dave, till I join you and pass through their hands to the river? Never again. Never the sun to shine upon our flesh, or the moon and the stars reflect in my eyes again. We’re holding the line. Holding the tether so tight that our hands start to bleed and the world that we want is the world that we never will see. Strewn for miles, forty-two metre waves come crashing in with the salt in the lungs and the remnants pickled in gin. Get ready to die. Get ready to say goodbye to the shimmering lights and I won't be back again. Get ready to lose. Get ready to lose. There’s no need for denial when you’re walking that mile and it comes to the other man’s shoes, you get ready to lose. Never again, never the warmth of skin with cheek to chest, or the love of the living, the warm glow of mother knows best. We share but one name that is ‘I’. I alone with the others. I alone with the others. I alone. We share the same fate, and that is to die. To die alone like the others. Count it down with me brothers. Never again.
"There will be light come the morning. Hold tight till then to your sleep. Onerous sound breaks your slumber. Wash, rinse, soil then repeat. Repeat verse. Repeat Chorus. Wash, rinse, repeat. To the boys, to the girl, to the weeping tree." Girlvert