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 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 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 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 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