Another body, washed up on a beach
At a seaside resort
Another person, sleeping on the streets
In front of empty homes
Another voice, carried in the wind
Through the fields alone
Another sunrise pulls you from your sleep
Another day to come
Like Cassandra, can you hear the world scream?
Like Cassandra, do you watch - but do nothing?
Under Apollo's curse
Can't change the fate of the world
Condemned yourself to watch it burn
And wait your turn
Do you chin up and smile at the CCTV?
Choke your seething silently?
Or give up? And withdraw from the game
Join the wanderers and the apostates?
You punch your card on the way out the door
Turning in your faded cap and worn down uniform
Leaving one last trail of footsteps on the dusty floor
Never coming back no more
Because the gods you worshipped have fallen from the skies
And the treasures you hoarded have lost their value
The leaders you followed have all left you behind
And now your last penny has dropped, so will you
Pray to the heavens? Will you cling to your faith?
Will you turn to the priests and earthly authorities?
Or close your eyes, and sink down to your knees?
Will you cling on, or renounce... all you once believed?