The Days Blow By In Agile Moments Of Clarity And Blind Despair. With Rage So Thick It's Bittersweet To See A Smile Come Through Here And There. You Put Your Faith In Living, But Youthful Idealism Is No Longer Welcome Here. I'm Not Dead Yet. Hopes Not Dead Yet. A Hero's March Down Scorn Filled Halls Defeats The Charity Of Last Years Hell. Your Vain Eyes Show No Respect, Just Loss Of Recognition Broken Spirit Burnt Out Will. Sing A Song Of Cynicism A Foul Smell Of Shit Decay And Degradation In The Midst Of Celebration. I'm Not Dead Yet. Hopes Not Dead Yet.