Monologues

In halls of power, a whisper grows
To a roar that shakes the marbled floors
Leaders with eyes like burning coals
Feeding the fire in their souls

They want it all, can't get enough
The world's a stage for their monologues
Grasping hands, and hearts so cold
Power's the game, and the rules are old

Promises made in the light of day
Turn to shadows when the people look away
With every move, they tighten the grip
On a throne built from secrets and scripts

They want it all, can't get enough
The world's a stage for their monologues
Grasping hands, and hearts so cold
Power's the game, and the rules are old

They want it all, can't get enough
The world's a stage for the money
But still, they reach for the sky
Never asking, never wondering why

They want it all, can't get enough
The world's a stage for their monologues
Grasping hands, and hearts so cold
Power's the game, and the rules are old

They want it all, can't get enough
The world's a stage for the money
But still, they reach for the sky
Never asking, never wondering why

They want it all, can't get enough
The world's a stage for the money
But still, they reach for the sky
Never asking, never wondering why

So let the chorus rise, let the truth be told
In the end, the mightiest fall, and the stories unfold
For the power they seek, is a double-edged sword
And the world keeps turning, with or without their accord