Can you hear that sound
Nothing could be found
The Living are being drowned
A pauper is being crowned
Can you see that sight
Nothing seen at night
The living are fading away
A poor man will save the day
Can you taste and see
Nothing lost but are you free
The living turned to salt
The street urchin brings the revolution to a halt
Can you feel the noise
Nothing but grown men playing with toys
The living are doing nothing new
The lost are now not the few.