An apocryphal popular mythology
Or a civilization in wane
Whatever your assessment is, a paradox remains
There’s a moral and intellectual vacuum
And you’re right to be lookin’ askance
Philosophically moribund, revolution hasn’t a chance
As the lights fade, shadows dance in silhouette to stars
Despite all illusion, we approach the darkest hour
Woah-oh, ho, oh-oh
Is the enemy hidin’ in your conscience?
Can forgiveness pave the way?
There’s gotta be a place for them if tomorrow’s a better day
With the high priest bangin’ on the war drum
You cannot make out what he’s sayin’
With all the litter on the battlefields, no higher ground remains
As the lights fade, shadows dance in silhouette to stars
Despite all illusion, we approach the darkest hour
One, two
Welcome to the show
History took a toll
Discontent was sown, and now the child is grown
And come into his own, a superstar
But despite all illusion, we approach the darkest hour
Woah-oh-ho, ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh, ho, oh-oh
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