[Verse 1]
Our cities were built to be destroyed
Otherwise we'd call them home
The chisel and the stone in hand
We've carved their names and they'll turn to sand
[Verse 2]
What once was and what must be
A criminal to dull to flee
Buildings long without a trace
A stunning awe our call to grace
A stunning awe our call to grace
[Verse 3]
Wheres the color in a dying land?
Graying hair we've taken strands
Dye with reason whether we must doubt
That any way we go leads out
[Verse 4]
Give me water and give me heat
Freeze the winter and sow the seed
Something borrowed is something gained
Ill-begotten wealths of fame
Ill-begotten wealths of fame
Ill-begotten wealths of fame
Fame x3
[Verse 5]
Welcome solace in Mother's hand
For she will long outlive the land
Free her now from infants grasp
Once the present now the past
Once the present now the past
Once the present now the past