Where is the future that they promised us?
The future that if we went to college and worked hard we would have the world?
That future fell with the towers, over twenty years and gone and unfurled
The ruling class sowed division and fear amongst us
The corrupt feed on our broken backs and aching hands
We argue with each other while the four horsemen rule the lands
Famine, led by plague, led by war, led by death
We carry on with our final breaths
This has to end
We have a voice to be heard and hands to lend
to lead towards a future, we can promise ourselves
and hope
The Vault of Dreams and Nightmares 