So, the gods have deemed it necessary that we live another year,

 

The over lords overall plan for us is quite unclear,

 

Will the problems of the lost, last year graciously disappear?

 

Whilst some desire sobriety, others drown in beer.

 

Unified behind a lie we lay back down to sleep,

 

Thoughts within our minds we never find the time to speak,

 

Dreams that were once so high now well within our reach,

 

Lost words to loved ones stuck in glass, wash up to an empty beach.