Militia restnOn leavesnTo appetise the mindnThe mindnWith rusty knivesnThese crooked bladesnTanglenWith ournOur mental organsnBefore even breaching contactnnCHORUS:nA change of circumstances to suggestnA change of tide and wind in our favournA twist of fate and blended steelnLeapfrog territories when readynnREPEAT VERSE AND CHORUSnnWhen will nice just suffice?nIs it when more is just a chorennCHORUSnnForgivenDon't forget