Scratching cloudy skies – their silver peaks
are trying to take the lead in this eternal race.
Monuments of time – by hands of man
magnifying him to the state of his gods.

Everybody crawls worms alike
living as a pawn at the hands of the powerful.
Dreaming soaring dreams to be like those
never dying names holding sway over the world.

Say – is not your god an excuse for failing justice!
Say – is not all pain just part of his greater game!

Tho’ their word is law and their deads remain
thousand years and more edged into stone -
They must all decay like mortal men
only that their fall must be the deeper one!

Oh Say! But when I look up at your skies:
I can’t restrain – I keep wondering why
your thrones ascending to gleam in the light
have to obscure our sight on the ground as we walk
– the common mans sight!

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