| Song | The Arena |
| Artist | Fates Warning |
| Album | Perfect Symmetry |
| Words of cunning shinning stunning. | |
| Men of grandeur blinding, numbing with winsome wiles in specious styles. | |
| Speeches etching, rhyming, wrenching,. | |
| Men so shallow stumble fetching for words that maze, to clear their daze. | |
| Calm in disarray. | |
| Sinking day by day. | |
| Hopeless never see save what they believe. | |
| Choices weakening, ever sinking. | |
| Men are poisoned into thinking | |
| That they've a voice above their noise. | |
| Spheres of disarray worsened by the day. | |
| Sadly led and fooled without thoughts to rule. |