Cometh o ye merry ones and lay your faces square
Here's a picture of yourself, so please be nice out there
I can see it's happening again, it's mild and dancing happily
Golden halves of everything that binds those matters filled
With misery
Dangers hide in every hole that you may come to meet
Strangers cry until they're old, and walk off on their feet
I can see it's happening again, it's mild and dancing happily
Golden halves of everything that binds us all with misery
And hopelessness
And tragedy
I can see it's happening again, it's mild and dancing happily
Golden halves of everything that binds us all in ugliness
That's the price you pay, for it's endlessness
