Episode 4 The NFL (National Fallen League)

[singing] Walk the pavement of unholy wood.

Look down at your feet.

You're stepping on the fallen stars right there on the street.

We worship the immortals, but we never catch the joke.

They just recycle avatars behind the mirror smoke.

One commands a mighty nation, arrogant and bold.

Bragging how he used to look like the king of rock 'n' roll.

Another's on the dollar bill you pocket for the dues, and yet you see his modern face on evening cable news.

You're five and sixty years of age, but looking thirty-seven.

It's a little darker than a spa and further down from heaven.

An overpriced facial for the famous and the vain, or the ancient blood of Nephilim still pumping in their veins.

Oh, the two hundred fell on Earth, but they never really left.

They traded in their ancient wings for digital assets.

They play the politicians and the idols on the screen, the shape-shifting directors of the grand and dark machine.

But-