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Society's piety masking impropriety
No bother, here's another dollar to feed the flame
Raging, flaming anger burns the tumultous sea
Carnage with no shame, no conscience by decree
A whithered hand takes a stand, unnoticed by the mass
Tiring thought not failing, quietly taking hold
Grand victories lost in the glaring light
When all that is becomes is not
There'll be no issues such as who's on top
The fall is on

Reaching weakly for questions without answers
Creating the illusion of wisdom by fabricating our own
Sorry to tell you, but knowledge and truth exist with or
without your consent
Battle lines are drawn. On which side do you stand
The few who choose proclaim the news
Follow the facts, their eyes not deceived
The rest awaits their fate
The fall is on

90 tons of hardware, over 100 feet wide
Lost in a hole of 16 feet, we're told it vaporized
110 stories in 10 seconds are gone
Only half a second of resistance, the fall is 40 seconds long

Screened from the scene, the spin is obscene
But something is missing, or do you not trust your eyes
A secret counsel called, the "Harbor" heights soon fall
Heros made, the story told
Mount up boys we're smelling gold
Black gold . . . . Texas tea
The secrect cult of energy, nothing new, another slave
The machine of greed craves for endless more
A class of privilege, the rest its whores
On whose side would Jesus fight
The fall is on . . . the fall is on . . . the fall is on