The beeps of the subways
Match the ticks of a broken clock
Its glass shattered by the hands
Of those who created it
One move by the hands of time
Brings a death charred
From the flames scattered
In the war-torn streets
of my home
A revolution has stirred
Swarming across the nation
Faster than the speeding bullet
Sliding its metal
Through the hollow tunnels
Of the darkened below
Where the voices that speak
Echo for all crawling
on the other side to hear
The light no longer shining down
Beaming with a promise
That the world hasn't purged below the storm
Swallowed by the roaring thunder
Of an uprising
I'm going to meet them
The anonymous mind
That brought the embers
To replace the rain
The mist masked as ash
The ones who will hunt
The most powerful predator
Who carved their name into the trees
Rows of skyscrapers
Flushed in numbered leaves
The people who built
The towers of status
The design of class
The force of order
Will always be the one
To seed its decay