Daniel Richards (09-11-1982 / London, England)

We take no time to make any sense of what we choose to say,
Our Oral courtships are fragrance we cast away,
We speak only of things gone past, but not about today
Oral courtship what’s the point today

We sail ourselves home, On a Mercedes Benz
Stepping over those in need, no one’s in your way pretend;
But then we’ll argue about the plaque that obstructs your way....
You missed the boat of acquiesce that came your way

Create your own virtue and then complain, as none came your way
When no-one took heed of your master plan
We as good people don’t shake the hand of greed
What has been is an a glass turn the top rewind the past

But the ship sailing Acquiesce carried passed you way
As your greed is your life, live it, but don’t be asking us the way,
When you lose you footing and glance back our way