Common by birth, stars on ascent ruled their deeds all. Fell in love ever so often And we bore the burden of cruelty, weeping, for nobodys' sake. No complaints. Known traits, for long ignored, brewed out of nowhere as dark specs of clouds on a sun and never rained off or disappeared. They hung on to our necks as power ties do -- mocking a wide tongue and long talks crushing us to the close of ground, preaching loud. Coda: Open the eyes Grass is green and would remain so unless you choose to Nightmares never end Nothing changes except change.