This is the threshold that splits us in two
Gates are rebuilt and walls rise anew
Brother slays brother and the wolf kills the sheep
The strong lay the rules on the bones of the meek

Those who will lead from the towering heights
Are henceforth revered as divine
Those who would turn on the new holy might
Will be drunk like their veins flowed with wine

The seeds of discord are secretly sown
Rooted in those who envy the throne
Nurtured with nightfall and watered with mist
The flowers will wilt from the touch of a cold iron fist

We answered the call
And were given
The greatest gift of all
A perfect rhyme
Composed to boggle
A perfect mind

God bless the vain
Those who've seen hell
For what hell truly is
In a backwards verse
The gift of rhymes may be a curse

We're leaving the rubicon far behind
The shore burns under evening sun
The wings have been cut; the deal has been done
To survive we must first learn to run

Ash fills the air in ivory whorls
Smoke makes it hard to draw breath
In the eyes of a clockwork society
Man is a cancer and the remedy is best found in death