The sillouhettes of burning buildings project a different color... we march on.
Chaos pours on through the hills, bleeds out a flourescent scene... it's not too late.
Denial brought us to our knees, shattered hopes and broken dreams... this
Is the end.
The door we once opened, is now sewn shut and locked From the other side... when will we die?

The time has come.
So grab your guns and grab your freedom.
It won't be long.

This time we won't have another choice, It's far and gone.
Can you believe?
We've wondered far from our bounds, alone in space and time.

This is the end.
I will be here.
Just wait for me.
I won't be gone.
Just a little further.
I won't be gone.
Just a little further.
We march on.
From the burning buildings.
We march on.
We will survive.

Damn, lonely man.
No more dreams, no more family.
No more shells upon a hollow beam.
The smoke clears as ash rains, it seems we've seen our last days, how could the resolution have past me?
Well dance by us, we so blind.
Try to create something the world had provided.
But we chose to divide, closed eyes, swollen pride, not knowing our flow was causing wave swelling tides.

And what remains?
Hope, hoping for change.
Coping with pain.
Opens your brains.
And as the crowds, and clouds, open and rain, destined as angels but got tangled by the angles they aimed.
And what's the cost?
The roads that they crossed.
Blinded and they finally saw they're lost.
Infinite can never see an equal, good and evil, and in the end it's always
Followed by the prequel.
People... you see the future is a mystery, and at this
Moment now we makin' history.
No matter how I yell they still ain't listening.
It's in the mystery that brings the dreams they wish to see.

They sold the cow, leaving nothing but some beans.
They tried to find out how, knowing nothing of the means.
The truth is really nothing what it seems.
And in the end, this was nothing but a dream...