The jig is up, day is lost

No recovery at any cost

Does it seem now

We've lost our way somehow?

Picked the wrong door now?

Seated high above the crowd

Slipping off her silken shroud to reveal

Her lips are still sealed

Is this what is real?

Or just how she feels?

Standing again and again

For the pride before the...

Falling like dominoes

For everything that we're shown

That affirms us

Even if it turns us

Against what don't concern us

Greasy palms and sodden shoes

Dirty bombs and filthy news all written

In the blood of the smitten

Is there something I'm missing?

Too hapless to fit in

Standing again and again

For the pride before the fall

Wasn't worth it at all

I feel so small

The fall

Wasn't worth it at all

Makes me feel so small