**Orientation**

Fill the halls with howls of folly\\
Say you're having fun\\
Don't complain about it loudly\\
Or we'll say you're done

Wend your way through feast and famine\\
Look death in the eye\\
Chase dreams you're not made of\\
And then prepare to die

The joys and sorrows you remember\\
From a simpler time\\
Will each become a dying ember\\
In the current clime

All your tears will come to nothing\\
Ashes be your fate\\
But show us good cheer dear fellow\\
Lest we slam the gate

(Set roughly to the tune of "'Tis the Season to Be Jolly" but more as a dirge.)