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I: Prologue

In her place
Creased skin at the eye
My mother looks out
Another ancient sky

Crawl and uncover with pick, trowel and brush
Dare to decipher what is unknown to us?

My mother's eyes - they rise
"Look at the stars - they're ours"

II: Back To The Future I

Sublimation, we march to bring a new day
Sex and debauchery up on the hill
Termination, suicides and assassins hold sway
Treachery welcomed yet traitors' blood spilled

Augustus Caesar:
"I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble."

Duplicity, language spoken as poem
Orations that move men to action and tears
Conspiracy, shadow men drive the point home
Lay bleeding and dying, there are no more fears

Superstition, uniting altar and throne
The banner of church flies with state o'er the land
Obfuscation, extinguished lamps that once shown
Prowl round the temple, drawn sword in your hand

George W. Bush: "If this were a dictatorship,
this would be a heck of a lot easier.
Just as long as I'm the dictator."

III: Sands of Time I

In her place
Creased skin at the eye
My mother looks out
Another ancient sky

Crawl and uncover with pick, trowel and brush
Dare to decipher what is unknown to us?

Roman Empire
Language, theater and art
There are reasons
That have set us apart

Crawl and uncover with pick, trowel and brush
Dare to decipher what is taken from us?

IV: The Final Word?

"Antiquity was prone to see
The ambition and the agency"
Simple men thrown upon the stage
Selfish actions and we turn history's page

"When they were in power, reports falsified
Through terror, and then after death we amend -
In irritation and hatred..."
What that you've written can we possibly defend?

Julius Caesar: "If you must break the law,
do it to seize power: in all other cases, observe it."

Crawl and uncover with pick, trowel and brush
Dare to decipher what is buried from us?

V: Playing With Fire

Exaggerated, we think our lives are so grand
A little light music is what we desire
Degenerated, we draw the bow in our hand
And play a tune in the warmth of the fire

VI: Along The Malls

Exaggerated, we think our lives are so grand
A little light music is what we desire
Degenerated, we draw the bow in our hand
And play a tune in the warmth of the fire

My mother's eyes - they rise
"Look at the stars - they're ours"

Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus:
"What an artist the world is losing in me."

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