A life spent brewing the obsession To raise monuments off loss Purposeless measure for grand aspirations The work is worth less than the cost And the result is better off Waste not want not A heavy burden for any sane man Shallow movements to abide Empty gestures to disperse them The dark will swallow the derived And keep disciples in the blind Waste not want not A trail of cracked and crumbling sillouettes A garden of corroded hopes His legacy will sing over dirt and dust As the sun will set once more Dark pa**ions and a cowards hands Heart of war, mouth of decay The craft was weaker than the will to build As the ambtions swept away A firm mask of confidence A foundation of earth The strong and the unbreakable Are built broken from birth Build your ruins Make your early grave All your structures Are created to fade As the sun breaks through the dark And the night turns into day There is nothing left to say