Everything the dead predicted Has turned out completely different We peer down the throat of their silence Infinity's end fused quickly When evil triumphs, good goes into hiding When good is manifest, then evil lies low by Neither can be conquered Or cast off beyond return If joy, then with a touch of fear If despair, then not without some hope No one hears howling dogs No one hears footsteps of fate Nothing twice A crazy chase in circles ends up persuing the persuer Humans don't know how to talk to one another What am I doing here There's nothing here