In the eyes of the prophet it’s the end
Shed a tear for the fool
People fighting, condescending to defend
Redefining their rules
Destination, resolution
All the lines that have been drawn
Converge across
Radically narrow thoughts
The central party line shows no remorse
Can’t you see this city’s on fire?
Maybe that’s what makes us human
Anything that leads us to salvation
Making sense of what we’ve got or not
Days pass by
It’s hard to stay inside from the others
Tenements crumble
Existential gain from the rubble
In the things so mundane we long for vision
We’re still searching for truth
Some will find it making backward decisions
That others approve
Elevation, annihilation
All the lines that held them back
Have now been lost