Lyrics:

[Groom, West]
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