Coffee sloshing from side to side
Streaming through the window panes sunlight
Day by the day, the critics fight
Till alas, they reduced and died.
One by one, they'll rise again,
Onwards to destroy and maime,
Make them deaf and mute and lame.
Never will they ever be sane.
Atop the waves we will ride
Among the shadows none of us will hide
And hand in hand
together we'll glide.
