Treasure this moment as a heirloom for the young
The aching feet, the sore throats and the fists rising in the air
In this place we live and we die but never do we grow
Like goldfish swimming in a bowl of formalin

Treasure this moment because soon it will be gone
The fearsome crowd will start running in circles for eternity
A bone hurled by the master can quite the rabid dogs
The war is won, move on and the rest goes down in history

Treasure this moment as shelter when you'll have no home
A place to hide when you realize that there is no way out
A memory to return to whenever you meet another dead end
Like a goldfish dropping dead on the bottom of a bowl of formalin