The horizon is bleeding a deep, heavy gray

The engines of progress have stolen the day

A cold wind is blowing through streets made of chalk

Where ghosts of the innocent silently walk

The blueprint was drawn by a man in a tie

Who never looked down to see factories cry.

The factory chimneys are spitting out lead

Trading the living for lines of the dead

My grandfather’s anvil is rusted and still

Replaced by the gears of a corporate mill

We traded the soil for a trench in the mud

And watered the gears with a river of blood.

Oh, the blues keep on raining from a smoke-blackened sky

When the math of the masters says millions must die

Every dynamic shift, every empire's gain

Is paid for in shadows and echoes of pain

Yeah, the ledger is full, but the kitchen is bare

Nothing but ghosts in the rocking chair.

(Guitars, Saxophones, synthesizer, and piano all come together in this epic solo)

A letter arrives with a crest made of gold

To comfort a mother whose world has grown cold

It talks of the honor, the sacrifice made

To balance the books of a global crusade

But honor won't fix up the hole in the floor

And glory won't open a dead man's front door.

(Progressive Shift - Changing Time Signature)

Tick-toc, goes the clock of the state

Turning our boys into numbers and freight

From the fields to the wire

From the cradle to fire

The cost isn't counted in silver or stone

It’s weighed by the pound in a graveyard of bone.

(Climax -The guitars Saxophones, synthesizer, and piano build into an intense, driving tempo

to a steep crescendo)

Just ashes on the wind...Just a name upon a wall...

The progress keeps on marching. While the lonely shadows fall.

Yeah, the shadows fall...

(Fades out with a solitary acoustic blues riff)