\"We've traded their bones for mortar and stone The state of their hearts for state of the art technology And with the simplest demands took fingers from hands And babies from wombs, daring their guns to strike us to the ground
But it's not hard to see that this is necessity How we kill the free and cause innocents to bleed Witness now our transforming
Gods we become in the victories won We'll spread our wings and we'll fly to the sun Such a long way gone Beware the juniper
We're carving our names in spirits at play The dance of the dead marches now so perfectly in time (I am vampire) We've traded peace in our souls for pieces of gold And glimmers of hope to cut straight through the throat of honesty\"