They've done it for some gold We've done it for petrol They'll do it for your souls 'Cause the monkey with the beard said so Beneath the dust of centuries Lie parliaments and majesties And everything and nothing Is it in our blood? or in books we read? In narrow bands of light we see? Still trying to find an essence There's a signal in the noise That's created and destroyed There's a dust we can't avoid The scavengers will claim the spoils Is this what they wanted? Are we the dream? Is this the foreseen dystopia? Is a paradise buried Beneath the centuries? We're always somewhere in between