you must be getting pretty tired of the man who once inspired you going back on what he asked you to believe all the promises of power from his glittering ivory tower where s the height that he once told you you d achieve well those other men believe what you and i will never see but i say why believe in place of proof let those others keep on praying you know i m only saying what the others are afraid might be the truth well they say nothing grows till the oak has hit the ground so let s clear the way my boys and let the giant come crashing down where are all the things you fought for all the dreams you shed your blood for are they shabby now and fraying at the seams was this your boyhood vision to endure the world s derision while the culprit sits and laughs behind the scenes let us cleanse this farce with fire strike the fool who leads the liar let it all come crumbling down like the firebird from the ashes we will rise to lead the masses the strongest will emerge to wear the crown 