Recession repression regression
Shifts of scenery
And warning tremors of landslides
The sun comes down
The mountains move aside
Your kingdom slips out of your hands
chorus: Your tyranny
I was part of
Is now cracking
On every side
And your own life
Is in danger
Your empire
Is on fire
The staggering blows
Are shaking the walls
Nowhere, no place to hide this time
Flare up Ð Calm down
There is more sand than oil in your engine
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