Shadows atop cables running like vines through this city asleep
The darkened figures know the sound of third world slaveries weeps
Bodies and dead dreams lie at the feet of the devils who disobey fair trade
The acrobats endow death acts made to take the breath of evil people
Following no steeple but determination to bring humanity to a higher position
A cause fought at first with chorused voices but the controllers refused to listen
Knowing all caught prophets are christened by firing squad
While the ignorant population wants only to stand back and applaud
And the few who aren’t sheep collapse awed with tears streaming down their face
Having to face the fact that as a race our love is beginning to erase