We all could carry stars on shoulders, but end up dragging sticks
Like tiny hopeless ants we ramble and seek the smell in woods
Bend so low under weight of the world

Where speeches flow like water, one knows no thirst and hunger
He only blindly steps the path so safe and welcome
Old dusty box in corner is full of useless scrab and thoughts you need no more

Freshness of the mounts - award of those who fly on fire

From hive to hive, for shelter and owkward faith to carry on wrong way again

From try to try, from mounts to shores the empty fields and burning homes

We drink our time to bottom, a bitter aftertaste will mean the sky is just a myth

The smoke of fire and vineger in blood, what makes us different then?
We're more like elephants, not the men
Expensive trophy, ending as ivory

Run and blow the trumpets, call to arms
Recover your sight to witness that fields are empty


From hive to hive, for shelter and owkward faith to carry on wrong way again
From try to try, from mounts to shores the empty fields and burning homes


The fences raise as giants, they cage our hopeless state of mind, state of mind
The fences raise as giants, they cage our hopeless state of mind, state of mind
A new day comes in new fight, we hear a beat calling to arms, calling to arms