When he wakes up from his sleep
They realize he's gone too deep
There's nothing left but empty seats
And hollow skulls with no teeth
Every now and then I see a sign of hope
And I try to keep it all together
Losing just a little bit of rope
That's tied to the end of rotting dream
The tide is high and the moon is red
The best of us are left for dead
Well the bridges burn in the amber fire
And there's no way back and no desire
The buildings have all collapsed
And all the saints are dressed as rats
The nomads have nowhere to go
When the darkness starts to take control
Every now and then I see a sign of hope
And I try to keep it all together
Losing just a little bit of rope
That's tied to the end of rotting dream
But everybody knows that the only way to go
Is south of the border into places unknown
Where the stars meet the sands and the man
Is burning bright
Every now and then I see a spark of light
That flickers in the shadows of the tainted minds
While they're slipping through the fingers
Of the man in the silver suit
But everybody knows that the price was pretty low
As we sold what was left of our occupied homes
In exchange for a grave on a mountain full of gold
You can run you can hide
But in the end its all one ride
So we take and we maim
While we beg for another day
This is all that we are
This is all that we are
This is all that we are
This is all that we are