Dover

These things look on paper
Our hopes cry for answers
We know the way that things should be,
we're told to take a number
And I will stand here
until the end, until the day,
the day when your face cracks
And I'll dance around the pieces,
stomp them into the ground

Kick them like you kicked
with your hatred and spite
Holding life in my face
and laughing at the hope in my eyes
It is that laugh that I remember
that keeps the will alive
And what you use to drive me
is what makes me despise you

MM 1994