Thundering chariots pound down the track, Necks are all craned, to leer at the race A poor urchin girl selling fruit from a sack A spectator eats, the juice smears his face Back on the track, a horses leg breaks The chariot flips, and screams can be heard The crowd is excited, and for the show's sake The other contestents, each race undeterred Chor Is this why we quarried the stone to build massive temples to our new divine the keystones were laid, by people alone No creatures but us built this great chiseled shrine My head starts to ache, as the ritual starts I pray to the goddess of wisdom and rhyme The words leave my mouth, With an ache in my heart I drone with dull tone, each scripted line Though I witnessed ascenscion and healings And lived enough time, to know what we've gained As my years grow greater, so does the feeling No goddess of wisdom would sanction these games Chor Is this why the old theaters fell Were cookfire stories, so savage and poor Without teaching the past, how can we tell If it's monster or goddess that we supplicate for The forums are filled, with chaos and blame And many have gathered, our help to beseech The soldiers take bribes, and without any shame They threaten the farmers, dismiss them as weak So the polity riots, and I have to agree Though I've spent my whole life under vows If my goddess exists, she's blind to our needs Nothing Holy or mortal will keep us low now Chor This is how we'll drive our fate No out of touch godlet, will again be revered We'll raise our own people, who have proved themselves great And never again, will we bow to our fear Verse /Am Em/ G D / Am Em / C - - D / /Am Em/ G D / Am Em / C - - D / Chorus / C D Em Em / C D Em Em / C D Em Em / C D Em Em /