I've seen a coma of the trees forgotten forlorn falling leaves that seem content with atrophy
I've felt a coma of the sun the work from light of day undone a cold wind blows the night's begun
wasted work, that's been put forth blood and sweat to make once more progress that's been made before existence wanders by . . . . . . our lives
wake up and open your eyes wake up you're starting anew wake up and fade from your dreams wake up rise to your fate
your fate your fate oh rise to your fate your fate, your fate, oh rise to your fate your fate, your fate, oh rise to your fate your fate, your fate, oh rise to your feet