Shut up, listen close, this is Rock ’n’ Roll! The gears are turning in the deep, While all the broken mirrors weep. We carved our names into the clay, To watch the water wash them away. The golden crown begins to rust, The ancient laws return to dust. We built a roof against the storm, But cold is all that keeps us warm. The grand architect is fast asleep, Leaving the wolves to guard the sheep! The clock is ticking, running dry, Beneath an empty, hollow sky! The throne is empty, the master is gone! We are the shadows waiting for dawn! No silver light, no final breath, Just heavy chains from birth to death! The throne is empty! The kings are eating from the floor, While grease is leaking through the door. They sell the future for a dime, And call it the collapse of time. If there was meaning in the scars, Why did we bury all the stars? The script is torn, the ink is cold, A bitter lie too often told. Who is the master?! Who holds the key?! There is no lock to set us free! Smash the statues, break the mold! The fire is out, the hearth is cold! No more waiting at the gate, We are the masters of our fate! The throne is empty, the master is gone! We are the shadows waiting for dawn! No silver light, no final breath, Just heavy chains from birth to death! The throne is empty! Wake up! The sky is clear! Wake up! There's nothing here! Silence! Silence! No hand to save us from the fall! The great design is nothing at all! Burn the pages, end the show! Into the quiet dark we go! FOREVER! © by JF Juni 2026
