It's far too easy to say one’s right when words are lies
They drown all names in twisted games that shadow every sky
Their towers rise in sand
And wait for no one to see
But storms obey no hand
And break them cleanly
They preach in broken light, disguising every flaw
They tremble at the night yet swear their word is law
Power is just a trick of light, born from our carried fear
A furnace fed by shallow minds that never learn to hear
Their towers rise in sand
And wait for no one to see
But storms obey no hand
And break them quickly
No dawn will come!
No dawn will come to those who kneel in mute delay
No flame survives in hearts that only fade to gray
We each must rise!
There’s always someone with a crown
Claiming their voice belongs to all
But every throne comes crashing down
We spark lines of molten light through every breath we take
This ground was never ours to keep; it shakes our bodies awake
Let’s turn the end into a blaze of bodies screaming loud!
What keeps to remain after we’ve gone?
What will remain... of all our love after we’ve gone?
