As the flags fall down
The statues crack and drown
We clap for a crumbling state
Inventing rules which we can't break
But take no blame

We enter a night of nothingness
Even your shadow disappears
Reality becomes an apology
And waking up the catastrophe

Sail into the abyss with me
After ending, and after belief
After tomorrow after the flood
After ending from below and above

Progress is a comfortable disease
That brought us down to our knees
Not to pray but to cry and wish
While painting portraits of our loneliness

Sail into the abyss with me
After ending and after belief
After tomorrow, after the flood
After ending from below and above

And the tattoo that runs down your spine
A secret message for us to find
Trojan horses and straw dogs
The near future has been and gone

Sail into the abyss with me
After ending and after belief
After tomorrow, after the flood
After ending from below and above

And the tattoo that runs down your spine
A secret message for us to find
Trojan horses and straw dogs
The near future has been and gone

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Writer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Nick Jones, Sean Moore