The heart of the City is broken
Its chambers lying empty
And treasure chests bare
Across the land the kings and queens of finance
Pause in their relentless dance
And the accounting houses grow quiet
The serfs now count the cost of their outrageous living
Counting the cost of ever consuming and never giving
Whilst the accounting houses lie quiet
But then the heart of the City stirs to life
With a slow and subtle beat to be sure
But one persistent, resistant, and unrelenting
The accounting houses stand relieved
As royalty declares the End of Days is past
For in the desert have green shoots been spied at last
And in the accounting houses unaccounted choirs sing exultant
As beyond, the maddening crowd is roused by a rising tide of greed
Forever demanding more of what they want, but never what they need
The heart of the City pounds once more