A City Upon a Hill

[Verse 1]
The people’s agency
Acts contradictory
To its philosophy
And claims faux praise for the Century of Lights

In the tattered cathedral with shattered rose windows
Between reverberations and echoes they’ll reshape until they resonate
But somehow with a broken ceiling the smokey rain is kept out by the
Crescendo-esque voice of intelligence and resistance

Break down the synthetic atmospheric pressure
Clear the air, kill the city humidifiers
Burst the subsidized clouds
Bring these mad men down

Keep, your mask on
At any cost
I’ll meet you
When the sirens scream curfew
We’ll fight them

To purify
The rain supply
All we need is one day of sobriety
Tonight we’re taking the desert to the city

But I never expected
So much, disbelief
And it’s there where hope
Dies in darkness

Long live the oligarch…