Well, it lurks like a lark
At night
Left for the day
To some miscarried end
Flames that flicker in the abyss
Are just lost
Sure, you bend down to the empire
Will you stay with me when we change the world
As a protest we are the voice
As a voice we may be insincere
If we keep struggling we may find clarity
In the bishop of the church
Who hears us and asks come near
Votive candles burn and heaven hushes and roars
The eagle soars and sprawls
As the executioner calls
The streets are already dead
We just haven't lost