The Beat goes on...yea, like dig...

The Poet is crying,

The Martyrs are dying,

The Cynic sis making sense.

The Lovers are lying,

And still we're all trying,

To fence our struggles within.

The Masses are calling,

The sky is falling,

The Zealots are preaching salvation.

The Realists are reeling,

The Dreamers are dreaming,

And Creation still stands alone.