"At another time, the honorable thing, or the right thing to do, might be to a policeman, or to be president. Right now, I think the honorable thing to do is to be criminal."

Another body, washed up on a beach

At a seaside resort

Another person, sleeping on the streets

In front of empty homes

Another voice, carried in the wind

Through the fields alone

Another sunrise... pulls you from your sleep:

Another day to come

Like Cassandra, can you hear the world scream?

Like Cassandra, do you watch — but do nothing?

Under Apollo's curse

Can't change the fate of the world:

Condemned yourself to watch it burn

And wait your turn...

As you chin up and smile at the CCTV

Choke your seething silently?

Or give up? And withdraw from the game;

Join the wanderers and the apostates?

As you punch your card on the way out the door

Turn in your faded cap and worn down uniform

Leaving one last trail of footsteps on the dusty floor:

Never coming back no more

'Cause the gods you worshiped have fallen from the skies

And the treasures you hoarded have lost their value

The leaders you followed have all left you behind

And now your last penny has dropped, so will you...

Will you pray to the heavens? Will you cling to your faith?

Will you turn to the priests or earthly authorities?

Or close your eyes, and sink down to your knees?

Will you cling on, or will you renounce... all you once believed?