The powder left from the bones
Left scattered on the ground
For everyone to see
What you've become
Victim of the imperial revelation
Hero of your era
Way before your time

Must be a reason for this storms
In the middle of the summer
Heavy showers all across the land
This people
This nation has a right to know
That their leader has yet to find
A reasonable explanation

Just throw them a bone
Something to bite on
Just give her the knife
Blue hands are weightless at these times
And anyhow we are facing the light
It's just a matter of time
Before we'll see
Its only halogen

But hey babe,
It's not only us.