False Brother - Rumors / Visions Lyrics

Rumors of wealth
Visions of war
The world still turns
With increasing remorse
Reality protests
With tremors and shakes
The angel of history
Slams her feet on the breaks
Normalized crisis
At exponential speed
Strung out mobs
Clutching their screens
Searching for exits
From a decadent age
With ironic surrender
A desperate escape

Fissures and cracks
Spread through the walls
The houses are empty
The people are gone

Staring into
Vacant eyes
Grinding teeth
The TV streams
With no relief
Faces are locked
A curtain is drawn
Upon a setting sun
A candle is lit
Feel it decay
Watch it crumble
Attention fades