I die once again by the river in my dreams,
Hoping all I built once upon a time gleams;
But I shiver as the castle in the sky falls down,
And hopes are shattered upon cold, old ground,
To the rapturous roars of the lords of lies,
Cloaked in their politics and watched by eyes,
That never understand despite what they see,
And never evolve beyond their primitive glee,
To realize the prison does not trap what is free,
And a world of slaves is what is their equality.

We are climbing the walls,
The high walls…
We are climbing the walls,
As it all falls.