The Great Leveller Lyrics

Another year and we're still here
Our days are nothing but killing time
Nothing but different shades of nowhere
And a slow-paced countdown to the great nothing

We've been given an illusion of power
To sculpt the skyline with bare hands
In truth, all we can reach out for
Is an edge of a dull blade

Fortune does not favour dreamers
Most were born or encouraged to become
As thirty winters come to pass, it turns out
Well, our limit is much below the sky

All pledge allegiance to the great leveller
A punishing arm of mediocrity's rule
Militant Schadenfreude
The burden of lesser men