At sixes and sevens we found the truth
It was all true, the ends, they did indeed justify the means;
The road to hell was truly paved with good intentions
The intentions of a people that desired nothing more than freedom
And as always, from freedom, comes chaos
It was as if for a mere moment chaos governed our universe
Pointing out every miniscule flaw in our minds
A potent enough affliction
And never did I have the moment to ask my mother,
if she could hold me once again