WRONG EMPIRE from ARTS & SCIENCES by JAMES COOK

We're suspended, and regressing
Interlocking, interspersing with our fears
Crying water without tears
In the rollercoaster years

It's a mystery we're unlocking
Try unmasking, without knocking on on the wall
From the doorway in the hall
I can see my empire fall

We are alone, in the end
We are suspended by our friends
This is the part of me that I complete without you
You were a fool, I am a seed
I am the object of your greed
I am astounded by the crass insinuations that you make

This is the Wrong Empire

Crass beginnings, cruel anarchy
In the bedroom we are shocking ourselves cold
With the fear of growing old,
And the markets undersold

But we can reload and pretend
When aspiration starts to end
I am unblocking all the exits in the fortress of my mind
We can be small, I can believe
When the inertia starts to ease
We can alone define our own emancipation, or be free

This is the Wrong Empire, this is the Wrong Empire
We had it all, we owned it all,
But we were the Wrong Empire

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