Mother of all dreams Glints sway in the breeze Comet tails trail ripped sails Ideals pale and frail Columns to spear the dome But streets are paved with mold Head nods in silence As entrails shout behind lowered eyes Chasing cherished shades Building walls and ruins Looking down from barricades The brothers we could have been But we're just lone soldiers Against the world, against the wind I can't give way to dust And jail ghosts in the womb Too crestfallen, too lost To besiege your wounds So tired of this almost I won't adorn your gloom