From The Lab

Changing of The Guard

Your time has come and gone, old friend,
So stop trying to make it last,
You're tired, and you've got nothing left;
An ancient relic of the past.
Now those of us who've learned your ways,
And stand on shoulders tall and proud,
We plan to go beyond your goals,
To speak with voices strong and loud,
We plan to see the shadowed side
Of thoughts you can't imagine true,
Now rest your weary head, my friend,
And let us do what we must do.