Summer Nigh Is Ending

We Four Become One

To Tackle New Endeavors

Our Work Has Just Begun



You May Find Us With A Hard Hittin' View

Leave Us To Our Own Devices

We've Got Our Work To Do



Fool For The Plenty

That's What's Been Said

Worse Luck To Find Your Dreams

Drifting Far Away



You May Find Us With A Hard Hittin' View

Leave Us To Our Own Devices

We've Got Our Work To Do



The Shape Now Of Things Run

These Days It May Seem

Strangled Like Their Chords

With Masks And Chains They Sell In Vain

Yes, To Please, The Falling Hoards

We Become One

Now I Have Seen All The Good That We Breathe

Intent Do No Wrong

Just Wait And See

Your Wicked Greed

It Will Fall

To Our New Song

We Become One



Stopped In Your Tracks By Alarming Degree

Fleeing For Their Cause

Don't Let Them Stop You Or They'll Find A Way To Destroy

What You Have Done



Summer Nigh Is Ending

We Four Become One

To Tackle New Endeavors

Our Work Has Just Begun