Standing alone in the center of the crowd
I am still as the riot steadily grows loud
I think of all the failed plans, all the failed tries
I think of all the wild leadership lies
I cannot assist and I cannot interfere
I cannot look away as I hear my world disappear
They burn the world down to the crumbling ground
Only in the ashes is peace to be found
Built up again by the new, powered hands
My old world returns and no one understands
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