Monument (to nothing)

This era, this music, this scene
Our great monument to nothing
This glory, this sweat, this play
Makes no difference what we say

For every man stands a ghost
For every ghost stands a star
For every star stands a thought
And these accumulate somewhere

If God is the personification
Of the total of man's thought
Then I must be the reflection
Of all you have fought

This era, this music, this scene
Our great monument to nothing
This glory, this sweat, this play
makes no difference what we say

Look into a place that you dare not look
You'll find me staring back at you
A perfect reflection
Your mirror
Your representative
I am you

Here we stand all as one
Nothing said as we are done
But no matter what we do
We're together, me and you