• Once upon a time there was
    A soul so lost and torn and dark
    He cursed the world and all its ways
    His voice so cold he left a mark

    Before he left the world of cities
    Starving for a taste of fire
    He wished a world with dripping colors
    And faded with his one desire

    He said when debts come first
    And morals later
    People tend to
    Call us "traitor"

    Against the code
    Black cities follow
    So strict and base
    But mostly hollow

    And those inside
    Don't rattle or shake
    And their shows of feeling
    Come off as fake

    God, even I
    So lost can see
    Whats breaking
    So invisibly

    The banks, wallets
    Lights and roads
    The end of times
    The future bodes

    Where all the things
    They hold so dear
    Are of worth like dust
    And fade so clear

    I curse that world
    So black and white
    I dream for color
    I dream for light

    And so I'll go
    And watch this plain
    From night afar
    'Till changes wane

    That's his story
    That still in waiting
    For an ending
    I'm simply stating

    He sees a time
    Black cities burn
    With colors bleeding
    And tainted learn