We dance like New Year's Eve
We, we dance from sheer relief,
Everything must change~
The people that you projected as;
They were nothing of the sort
Sold us all short
Put down the champagne
No toast to this legacy (No way)...
Dog whistle through the speakers and see who bites it...
Finally the King is dead
We cried off with his head
Everything must change, everything must change
We danced like New Year's Eve,
We danced from relief
Everything must change, nothing stays the same, no.
Just promise me this
No rose petal glasses
Quickly confine them to a part of the past...

-Doctored from 'The King is Dead' by the Herd.

I'm not sorry. I saw it coming since the Winter War. And you know what? I'm glad. I will miss the community, but it deserved more than the drugs it was fed and the shots it was given to restart an already dead heart. The staff that did their jobs were brilliant, it was sad that there was only a few spots of cancer that covered it all and believe me,  it's them that this song is put to, and this is the last time I waste energy on them.

In all honesty I haven't felt so free and pleased for a long time. I didn't realise that Mute's future affected me so much, but I have new places to play that promise greater things, because nothing's nicer than a new page of paper and a new sling of ideas.

I eagerly await the future and bid all of those that mourn for M^3's death to understand that shit happens like this. Best thing to do is pick up your toys and move to the next playground; as those that matter will already be there and be waiting for you.

And they will have cookies, people. And possibly muffins. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?