Woe of Tyrants Follow

Pushing forth, chasing fantasies
That justify euphoric dreams
Seeking better than I have ever seen
The pristine city in the crystal sea
Where the faultless dwell

There is a storm descending in a not so perfect world
Not so perfect after all
There is a storm descending in a not so perfect world
Not so perfect after all

Here they are
People screaming as the towers crumble down
Romance stifling is the storm
Lightning overhead displaying what we'll never control

Is this the best that they have found perfection
Within the walls that crumbled down?
Is this the best that they have found perfection
Within the walls that crumbled down?

With need to suffer the need for despair
To break down the common bond between
The man and this ancient earth
The search for our own perfect son

Lightning strikes the clock at the center of the town
Just as the Isle of Atlas invades
With each strike the elders wince
Their faults exposed to a swarm of angry nomads

So the scholars moved to say that this city can't fall
The scholars moved to say that this city can't fall into hell

If this was the perfect land, the depravity I've viewed within
Can't bridge the gap to justify my actions in this journey
A storm reveals the hell that dwells within a faulted pretense
Hearing from the heart

Hearing from the heart of a broken perfect man
Claiming the buildings were constructed on the sand
And the land was never fertile, the walkways never gold
His eyes slipping away

Is this the best that they have found perfection
Within the walls that crumbled down?
Is this the best that they have found perfection
Within the walls that crumbled down?

Pushing forth, chasing fantasies
That justify euphoric dreams
Seeking better than I have ever seen