Lightning Over Atlantis - Woe of Tyrants

Pushing forth, chasing fantasies

That justify euphoric dreams

Seeking better than I have ever seen

The pristine city in the crystal sea

Where the faultless dwell

There is a storm descending in a not so perfect world

Not so perfect after all

There is a storm descending in a not so perfect world

Not so perfect after all

Here they are

People screaming as the towers crumble down

Romance stifling is the storm

Lightning overhead displaying what we’ll never control

Is this the best that they have found perfection

Within the walls that crumbled down?

Is this the best that they have found perfection

Within the walls that crumbled down?

With need to suffer the need for despair

To break down the common bond between

The man and this ancient earth

The search for our own perfect son

Lightning strikes the clock at the center of the town

Just as the Isle of Atlas invades

With each strike the elders wince

Their faults exposed to a swarm of angry nomads

So the scholars moved to say that this city can’t fall

The scholars moved to say that this city can’t fall into hell

If this was the perfect land, the depravity I’ve viewed within

Can’t bridge the gap to justify my actions in this journey

A storm reveals the hell that dwells within a faulted pretense

Hearing from the heart

Hearing from the heart of a broken perfect man

Claiming the buildings were constructed on the sand

And the land was never fertile, the walkways never gold

His eyes slipping away

Is this the best that they have found perfection

Within the walls that crumbled down?

Is this the best that they have found perfection

Within the walls that crumbled down?