*The sound of a lighter clicking*
Not a thing that moves,
on a street with millions,
not a single soul,
that could stand out of the billions.
As the people around start screaming and my eyes slowly close,
the city’s wise were gleaming, Neros legacy rose
In the name of science, the name of God,
they raise themselves as leaders, they put humanity on hold.
In the name of progress, the name of law,
they put the sheeps dead cold.
I do not question our determination,
I do not condemn human creativity,
but this way will lead into damnation,
a world without freedom and imagination,
Still, not a soul to stand out,
faces like iron, faces, no names
and the neon lights, they fade out,
the City crumbling in bright flames
Oh tell me, is this the final wrath?
For the Few, who altered a natural path,
As the neon lights start turning and my eyes slowly close,
the city’s wise were burning, Neros legacy rose
*Fire crackling, distant screams*