Youngsters are the well trained
Alsatians at the forest;
Serving masters on their terms and
Conditions without rest.
Success on the field is never mentioned
And mistakes are never pardoned.
How do you think of a break even
When there's a bell?
They are never catching their tails on the innocent truth
But always in the mood for the lie that rebels.
Total eclipse on the hearts of the masters.
We repress ourselves and hope for light in the dark.