What's the season
Greens and stocking
Strolling confidence
Exhorting providence
Faded genies
Miniscule middles
Fabulous beginnings
Fateful ends
And that's not the meaning
When ten minutes in
You can tell that this talk
Is for the high street
And a main road
Was not a consideration
And that's right
Pain for cause
Effects internal change
Stonic age robustity
On the epic stale
Totalizing was the dream
Fevered, acid fame
We know too much
For simple such
Thusly, shattered frames
What will sell don't
Make decisions
We were here
Foregone incisions
Carry on the classic flame
Or live obscurely
Thinking shame
Roman Ryan 