I heard a voice whisper: 'Transfigure all;
you"re burning down the city
just to build it up again'.
I have a dream to stand up tall, immortalized.
I build a statue that will stand eternity.
Divine intervention has brought me to the throne.
The emperor sees through an actors eyes.
The show goes on.
A new beginning... let"s play.
All of the world"s my stage.
In my mind there are vast plans impending,
and when aligned a new world will rise.
My secret friend has been aiding me, to find a way,
through our cosmic intercourse.
Don"t be afraid now!
Wake up from confusion!
Stay the course through!
I am here, the Gods are not.
I"m not the one who"s in need of protection.
The gods need aid from me.
All his work is delayed.
The funds are running few.
Employing his last resort
he launches a suicide campaign.
When the dark cloaks a traitor,
and the 'busy bees' employs.
Then, the vanquish of the senate will begin.
A foe of the state and an emperor of his dreams.
And so he prepares his suicide.
'The world will loose the greatest artist that lived',
echoes his words today.
Five birds are flying past unfertile soil,
then circling by a lifeless emperor.
They separate their ways; it"s a sign.
Like waves are approaching the coastline
his life pulls closer to the end.
The tyrant"s reign is at its ending.
you"re burning down the city
just to build it up again'.
I have a dream to stand up tall, immortalized.
I build a statue that will stand eternity.
Divine intervention has brought me to the throne.
The emperor sees through an actors eyes.
The show goes on.
A new beginning... let"s play.
All of the world"s my stage.
In my mind there are vast plans impending,
and when aligned a new world will rise.
My secret friend has been aiding me, to find a way,
through our cosmic intercourse.
Don"t be afraid now!
Wake up from confusion!
Stay the course through!
I am here, the Gods are not.
I"m not the one who"s in need of protection.
The gods need aid from me.
All his work is delayed.
The funds are running few.
Employing his last resort
he launches a suicide campaign.
When the dark cloaks a traitor,
and the 'busy bees' employs.
Then, the vanquish of the senate will begin.
A foe of the state and an emperor of his dreams.
And so he prepares his suicide.
'The world will loose the greatest artist that lived',
echoes his words today.
Five birds are flying past unfertile soil,
then circling by a lifeless emperor.
They separate their ways; it"s a sign.
Like waves are approaching the coastline
his life pulls closer to the end.
The tyrant"s reign is at its ending.