tragic noble and heroic
all the things this world has spent
burnt down jaded and quixotic
the crooked march of ageing men
retreat into your false security
surrounded by the Cyclops eye
media filtered brutality
treachery as black as ice
idolise the ruins
idolise the ruins
on stilts we walk like holy fools
idolise the ruins
idolise the ruins
crutches only walk on wounds
bleed for Jesus
fall for your Caesar
all those friends that turn to foes
bleed for Jesus
fall for your Caesar
in the end we are alone...
in affluence and decadence
we conjure up an Old World charm
for this latter day Apocalypse
so atomised and atrophied
idolise the ruins
idolise the ruins
on stilts we walk like holy fools
idolise the ruins
idolise the ruins
crutches only walk on wounds
bleed for Jesus
fall for your Caesar
all those friends that turn to foes
bleed for Jesus
fall for your Caesar
in the end we are alone
we are alone
all the things this world has spent
burnt down jaded and quixotic
the crooked march of ageing men
retreat into your false security
surrounded by the Cyclops eye
media filtered brutality
treachery as black as ice
idolise the ruins
idolise the ruins
on stilts we walk like holy fools
idolise the ruins
idolise the ruins
crutches only walk on wounds
bleed for Jesus
fall for your Caesar
all those friends that turn to foes
bleed for Jesus
fall for your Caesar
in the end we are alone...
in affluence and decadence
we conjure up an Old World charm
for this latter day Apocalypse
so atomised and atrophied
idolise the ruins
idolise the ruins
on stilts we walk like holy fools
idolise the ruins
idolise the ruins
crutches only walk on wounds
bleed for Jesus
fall for your Caesar
all those friends that turn to foes
bleed for Jesus
fall for your Caesar
in the end we are alone
we are alone