pipeline is empty house filled with dust
purpose forgotten the time has turned dry
nobody's coming to sell or to buy
while we were dancing the market went bust
all those old heroes walked off in disgust
not one believer remained for the lie
only cold silence now under dumb sky
and this machinery turning to rust
in this disaster not one thing's denied
the rage of each river calls out that doom
once so far distant now is our mate
turning to sorrow each shred of our pride
blazing to ashes the last golden bloom
just as we notice the moment's turned late
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