Ripping at the morning sky By the thread of thin red lines Shooting out like frail wires From a twisted design This is the beginning of something new A drastic change were leaving all behind Coming together as the cloth tears Trust us, Well Save You When We Get There
We wont let down we wont stop Until we get there we wont let up
We are the fabric We the creators We are the thread in which we weave the road we walk We are the pieces That come together We are the picture that now stands unbreakable.
We will not let our steps be haunted by ghosts and thieves As we stitch ourselves in golden design And our hearts are the thread sealing the seams These puzzle pieces now breathe
Our words bloom from the soil where we planted our dreams Our words will never die under a sky burned white (Our Words Bloom From the Soil Where we planted our dreams)
Where the vultures will pick apart every word every word until the music has its final breath (Where the vultures pick apart every word)