Walking on slick tile floors
With caution signs around
Passing rich aging ******
Among crowds underground
Talking all to themselves
When the last dragon fed
On those shows about elves
From books we never read
While thieves on stage debate
On the crumbling public health
We are all licking our plates
Overwhelmed by hunger felt
Counting time for nothing
From all those lies told
Bosses ordered the shoving
That drove out the old
Finally to the stairwells
Up to brightly holy lights
Caught up in spoken spells
Of what prayers take our rights
Onto many more levels
Full of signs for us to shop
From charming packs of devils
On our journey that never stops

Those apparently strict rules
I am dependent on
Grant me my freedom.
Without, I would be
A hopeless slave to the fates.

While I laugh quietly
At the stupidity of others,
I howl hysterically
At my own madness

Oh , we know our cries
By the ferocity we own
As struck into our backs
Same spear we had thrown

For where my soul
Was found under foot
Of who once said
That they had loved me

I read those same chapters
Before I go to bed
For there I sleep
And in my dreams
The story ends
I always awake
With tears dried
On my cheeks

On my battlefield
There are more tombstones
Than in all the graveyards.