it's the falling race

It's the falling race

There is nothing much to say

The smell of decay of its soul

It's leaders trying to make a glow

The years of addiction

The backbone slowly disappears

When the truth brings home

It's leaders begin to talk nonsense

The greed and corrupted souls

Counting the days to lose it all

The symptoms of the fall

It's the falling race

It's claws reaching out to hold

The compromising agencies fall

Blended into the tentacles of disgrace

The fall will be hard; the cry will be long

It's the falling race

The walls will crumble

The smell of rotten head

The decay in its soul