An apocryphal popular mythology or a civilization in wane
Whatever your assessment is, a paradox remains
There's a moral and intellectual vacuum
And you're right to be looking askance
Philosophically moribund, revolution hasn't a chance
As the light fades, the shadows dance in silhouette to stars
Despite all illusion, we approach the darkest hour
Is the enemy hiding in your conscience
Or can forgiveness pave the way?
There's got to be a place for them if tomorrow's a better day
With the high-priest banging on the war drum,
You cannot make out what he's saying
With all the litter on the battlefield, no higher ground remains
As the light fades, the shadows dance in silhouette to stars
Despite all illusion, we approach the darkest hour
Welcome to the show
History took a toll
Discontent was sown, but now the child is grown,
And come into his own, a superstar
Yet despite all illusion, we approach the darkest hour