Yes, they said that the cities were broken
And dust had gathered on our window sills
The voice of Freedom shrieked–until the cities began to reek
Of decapitated agendas and ideologues, their fairy-tales
Which they all hummed in a chorus
And those who heard, clapped and cried
They chanted of dreams together
Until there were none!
The cities were left burning
And the crowds had gathered outside
In the open field where ideas were bought and sold
They were there and they were watching
And they laughed and danced
The voice of Rage, was impaled
They screamed of ideas together
Until there were none!
And dawn had come and it had gone,
So night lingered on
But the voice of Silence was muffled
There were Messiahs, only too many of them
And there were slaughter houses, only too many of them
So all gathered under the sky
They prayed of wars,
Until there were none!
Yes, they said the cities were dying
And that people were drowning
While all the Messiahs failed to salvage,
The dying voice of Reason
Yes, it was all true
And heroes were born, and then they died
Again and again, into the abyss
Until there were none!