This story was never written,
These truths were never told,
They've got the big chairs they sit in
Where they copy write each soul

An empire down,
Inside of my head

My breath falls thick in my chest
Bleeding towers of sound
My mind's never at rest

An empire down,
Insides turn out

Sirens call out to heavens gates
All sinners hearts belong to the saints
All saviors are lost in their blind-less debate

An empire down,
With no one to save.