the signs are there

The signs are there

Telling us the crumbling down of an empire

Too long into its role of State

Now the sleeping souls have to sleep

They don't hear the thunder

They don't listen to the lightning

They don't see the dry waterfall

They don't feel the wind blowing hot

They don't see the scandals

They all try to wrapped it up nicely

Putting on the shelf let others see

When you ask they pretend not to know

There signs are there

The cracking walls appear

The gravy train slowing down

The traction takes into slow speed

Do they wake up?

They are sleep walking

They don't see anything wrong

They only want to fill in their pockets

The signs are there

Painted in white and black

On the walls it stays today

The empire will be down