The asphalt blackens under a heavy sky

Dark clouds gather where the eagles used to fly

The city walls are sweating in the humid heat

While iron shadows stretch across every street

The radio is humming a tune of quiet dread

Of all the ancient fables we were overfed

Those ink-dried oaths on the heavy bond paper

Are dissolving now like a vanishing vapor

The leaders promised gardens and a golden age

But the ink is running off the bottom of the page

The storm is coming to reclaim the stolen land

With a gavel made of water and a fist of sand

When the thunder cracks the spine of the night

And the lightning reveals there is no one in sight

The towers of pride are crumbling to the floor

The statehouse is shaking behind a locked door

The promises drown in the rising of the flood

As the kingdom turns into a river of mud

We looked to the steeples and the copper bells

To save us from the rising of the ocean swells

But the pews are empty and the altar is cold

Just a pile of stones and a story told

The sky is a vacuum of a violent grey

While the holy ghost is looking the other way

The bank is a hollow shell of broken glass

Watching the funeral of the middle class

The ink on the treaties has turned into salt

The engine of the world has come to a halt

We traded our souls for a safety that failed

Now the ship is sinking and the captain has jailed

Every statue is weeping in the pouring rain

Every lie is exposed by the weight of the strain

The grand designs are washing down the drain

While the common man inherits the stain

The blueprints were drafted by a blind man’s hand

On the shifting dunes of a wasteland strand

The air is electric with a frantic sound

The roots of the system are pulled from the ground

The silence of the heavens is the loudest sound

As the ruins of our labor are finally found

When the thunder cracks the spine of the night

And the lightning reveals there is no one in sight

The towers of pride are crumbling to the floor

The statehouse is shaking behind a locked door

The promises drown in the rising of the flood

As the kingdom turns into a river of mud