The Great Leveller - In Twilight's Embrace

Another year and we’re still here

Our days are nothing but killing time

Nothing but different shades of nowhere

And a slow-paced countdown to the great nothing

We’ve been given an illusion of power

To sculpt the skyline with bare hands

In truth, all we can reach out for

Is an edge of a dull blade

Fortune does not favour dreamers

Most were born or encouraged to become

As thirty winters come to pass, it turns out

Well, our limit is much below the sky

All pledge allegiance to the great leveller

A punishing arm of mediocrity’s rule

Militant Schadenfreude

The burden of lesser men