In naked streets, interesting times
The dying light of a fading prime
Losing idealistic aims
A failed test of our founders' dreams
There on the mountain
Bombast stands in for truth
Morals fold as standards fall
Futures burn as egos soothe
This is the way republics die
When we sideline virtue
Complicit, paralyzed
With the worst still coming
There was a time when common good
Kept the wolves from our doors
Now the pull of self-interest
Undermines who we were before
This is a land of followers
Disappointed with our hand
Give us the mirage of leaders to hail
And without water we’ll drink the sand
This is the way good judgment dies
Swallowing the blue pill
Constrained, indoctrinized
We have seen the enemy
It’s the fear of thinking free
This will split our world asunder
Oh sweet oblivion
An end to tolerance end to trust
Onward righteous blindly led
Fate, Stagnate
Swore, Deplore
Grieve, Believe
Bleed, Concede
