Countless times and time again, I wrote this letter tearing in pain.
As I crush them all under my feet, I swore one day that we shall meet.
These chains of paper, shackles of coins, has got me nothing but a tearful joint.
Arrayed quietly, silently tamed.
The empire you built was once a statue, the wealth you made has no more value.
The diamond you stand on was once a stone, this is a place I call my own.
There's no need to banter, there's no need to say, shower with power and they'll quickly stay.