Can you feel it through the silence A cry for prudence that will not be heard Another call to raise a fire A proposition that will not return Just like in war where nothing changes We're pacified And before we burn our bridges Still dead inside An air of menace so familiar Just a solution without a cause It's jingoism without a vision Abject denial of the prescient flaws Moving out into the fire Capitulating to the darkest will No time to count a test of courage An instrument in the final kill Dying flame of the disenchanted One by one we watch them fall The bitterness of a generation A declaration of dishonesty we fail