Again it’s time to go through motions: pin down chords and throw rock poses. Can you tell we've come down with fatigue? What saved the day has become routine. The songs signify nothing more than themselves; what called for liberation just calls to itself. And could you tell when we came down with fatigue? We ceased to be a movement and dissolved into scenes. We’re reproducing the towers ivory. We used to make speeches, now we don’t speak.