Anarchy reigns where choices are made
Confusion and anger led by mistakes
Succumbing by fear, to pleasure and hate
Rattling nonsense to blankly thin air

Words twist and fade with the fair maiden's death
And with my own eyes could I see such despair?
For romance has fallen, and angels are none
And shining armor knights are stabbed in the back!

What cruel world indeed it is the one we must build
When tearing apart what our ancestors did.
With roads and some planes and with war's filthy sack.

Chains and ropes I would choose any day
Over death and destruction when progress is stale.

So come common people,
Sing with me more!
A revolution is coming, like it was before!

For nonsense we speak and nonsense we do
Since thoughts and ideals barely come true.
Poets can rhyme of a wonderful world.
Generals can fight to force it on you.
Give it a decade, millennia at most
It will be old rubbish, ruins of their thoughts.