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There’s a dead sky rising on the dark horizon

With the reason and the rhyme of a hurricane

There’s an empire falling and a future calling

As the seasons and the times move on again

Do we find a solutions in a constitution

Has the reason we designed it gone away

Do we find repentence to suspend our sentence

Because the seasons and the times don’t want to wait

Once there was a city left to ruin

Alone and broken down

The walls that once gave shelter

Are levelled to the ground

Powerless to cope for there was

No-one left to trust

Nothing there to hope for when your

Dreams have turned to dust

The kings are in the counting house

They’re counting up their prize

But all that they’ve accounted

Is the sum of their demise

Won’t be moved by what I see

Anger fear and jealousy

Losing hold of liberty

Complacency to apathy

Running wild on make believe

A panacea to legacy

Watch it flow from liberty

To apathy dependency

Once there was a city from the ashes

Arising up with faith

So eager as she rushes

To make the same mistakes

Our fine veneer of progress

Only covers us so far

It only takes a crisis

To reveal the way we are

The kings are in counting house

To borrow from their foes

The debts are only mounting

That’s the way the money goes

Won’t be moved by what I see

Anger fear and jealousy

Losing hold of liberty

Complacency to apathy

Running wild on make believe

A panacea to legacy

Watch it flow from liberty

To apathy dependency

Won’t be moved by what I see

Anger fear and jealousy

Losing hold of liberty

Complacency to apathy

Running wild on make believe

A panacea to legacy

Watch it flow from liberty

To apathy dependency