Without regard
We sing a cautious refrain
Hobbling to and fro
Beneath the mighty beckon and call

The more disarray coddles homes
The further we drift away
Withdrawn into the colossal noise
That bellows from flickering plasma

As disarray coddles home
Chiefs conspire within gilded ivory
Our wealth fluctuates
And streams for quiet kings
The ever vigilant titans
With feigned anguish in their eyes

Still we sing unaffected
Beneath the cool swell
Drained of dissent
Complaint or empathy

Conspiring chiefs creep undeterred
Unscathed as a nation boils
With each blistering, murderous hour

Who will come for us?
When all worth is spent
When all dreams run dry
Effortlessly gambled

The fault shall lie
In our sunken careless eyes
Fixed upon nothingness
The grand and hollow cacophony
Our destitute offspring
Shall rest, pitiful and hungry

They’ll wander roads to desolation
Forgone and sickly
Withheld, by ceaseless nights of falling