Tekst
The statue stands in place
Rigid blank face
Her marble arms reach out
Dancing about
The halls are quiet
Air is tired
Few voices echo
The outside show
Few voices echo
Few voices echo
The outside show
Falling through noise
On her pedestal
Her confident poise
Her desolation regrettable
The people roam the streets
Blind to her deeds
They race towards the gates
Inside she waits
Anticipates her fate
A mob circulates
Their melodies are proud
She folds to the crowd
Their melodies are proud
Their melodies are proud
She folds to the crowd