Time, look back in time,
ages lost in a veil of mystery.
Signs, so many signs
pointing to bloodshed and misery.
So many battles, too many wars,
bodies piled like an altar to the sun.
So many swords sharpened with lies,
excuses for destruction that's been done.
And the kings will dine on the travesty
while the funeral pyres burn.
We choke upon the smoke,
yet we refuse to learn.
Who has the right,
the magical touch,
to take what we needed so much?
Can't turn my back,
can't close my eyes
no matter how hard I try.
Can't all our hearts beat as if one
even though damage is done?
And we'll make this just a children's memory.
Nothing but struggle is life,
the only coin we have with which to trade.
We are in trouble.
How many times must the same debt be paid?
As the royal few sit and brew their tea
in the sacrificial blood,
they refuse to see that the final destiny is dust.
Who has the right,
the magical touch,
to take what we needed so much?
Can't turn my back,
can't close my eyes
no matter how hard I try.
Can't all our hearts beat as if one
even though damage is done?
We must make this just a children's memory.
And the kings will dine on you and me
while the funeral pyres still burn.
We choke upon the smoke,
yet we refuse to learn,
refuse to learn.
Who has the right,
the magical touch,
to take what we needed so much?
Can't turn my back,
can't close my eyes
no matter how hard I try.
Can't all our hearts beat as if one
even though damage is done?
We must make this just a children's memory.
Who has the right,
the magical touch,
to take what we needed so much?
Can't turn my back,
can't close my eyes
no matter how hard I try.
Can't all our hearts beat as if one
even though damage is done?
We must make this just a children's memory.