On dirt like stone. The lions pace, the bones of men. That sought to overthrow. are all that remains. . Oh, what they stole. Was innocence, the slate once clean.
When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow. And when our summers grow longer and winters won't snow. From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills.
When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow. And when our summers grow longer and winters won't snow. From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills.
Hey, man, now did you hear?. Your final days are near. In a free fall of fire and ice. And explosions in the sky. . A fate, yeah, that we deserve. There's no escape, no.
Are there no fighters left here any more?. Are we the generation we've been waiting for?. Or are we patiently burning. Waiting to be saved?. . Our heroes our icons.
I can still remember. The words and what they meant. As we etched them with our fingers. In years of wet cement. . The days blurred into each other. Though everything seemed clear.
The pain. disorder. a cataclysmic dawn. we trusted. . but something has gone wrong. we bought in. but woke to find it gone. impact in 5-4-3-2..... . Brace.
To the ends of this lost world. You have marched and you have sworn. To a tainted crown of thorns. . As the hungry sails unfurl. We are thrusted from the shore.
Do you see the world in different colors?. Do you see the world in black and gray?. Alone in your thoughts. How many others have stood where you stand.
Here along we wander and we roam. We cut our teeth in city streets and gutters we call home. Await the day the clouds will part. Deliver words we know by heart.
Once upon a time I could take anything, anything.. Always stepped in time, regardless of the beat. I moved my feet, I carried weight. What I could not do I faked.
Welcome home. While away. They have tampered with the locks. And your things they rearranged. . "We propose.... ...A better way". Said the note they left behind.