Black Autumn

Subways rumbling through the night

Flashing rows of neon lights

People with no place to go

Rushing madly to and fro

Shrine where all the nameless robots

Paying homage to their concrete idols

Stop and pass the time of day

Between the canyon walls of stone and steel

The misers count their gold

And wish the world would spin the other way

Silver metals speaking, shouting

Talking loud but saying nothing

Sounds of hungry children crying

Drownded out by cannons firing

As the giant with the passive face

Manipulates his toys

And one by one they're trampled in the mud

The High Priest and the Sacrificial Counsel

Cast among them to demand

Another sacrifice of blood