Smoke hides a ghost in the empty chair
Of what was, what is, and what will be
No man can tell what lies behind
And to my senses I have become blind.

Singe the flesh of my lips with your flame
My troubled minds contain all your pain
Hidden in the tabernacle of the unholy
My everything, my all.
My one and only.

Love, hate, pity and joy
Gods that create and gods that destroy
Insensitive and cold they send their wrath down
"Hurrah! Hurrah!", They say as we drown.
But Dead and broken souls immune to emotions
Only Scoff with apathy at the horrible notions.

All great nations eventually fall
Why not the great nation of your soul?
Crumbling before corruption and greed
Insensitive to all human need.
For the best of mankind have the furthest drop.
And there is nothing you can do for the process to stop.