Who will rebuild us when our towers of ivory come crashing down
I need something to keep my head clean.
I know you're there I just need a sign.
and know that it is not too late.
I won't let you waste away,
just close your eyes and pray.
I taste the pain as it taints your blood. Oh sweet blood.
your wounds lay spread infectious and grisly with eyes of the dead.
We must be the watchers of our fellow man
Islands sink without the help of each individual grain of sand.