And so they lead us on Through worlds of broken promise They say we're born as one With hollow words of solace Come, 'cause we shape every form and know We soothe every storm We are the shape of things to come From the page Through the ashes To the grave And rest in your gloom Scream with rage From your lashes Just this phrase And find yourself in your tomb If blood is not the answer that we seek And pain is not the language that we speak Your vain theology It won't bring me down to my knees And when we're near the end It's not what we need ♪ And so they keep us drawn To the sounds that haunt you as they Say that we are as one We are the ones that bring up the sun Shape every form and know We light every storm We are the face of things to come If blood is not the answer that we seek And pain is not the language that we speak Your vain theology It won't bring me down to my knees And when we're all nearing the end It's not what we need ♪ Destruction isn't the answer to the questions you seek And anguish isn't the meaning of the words that you speak The truth of your theology Is nothing but false history And when we're near the end You won't see me on my knees No, you won't see me on my knees