The Poets Dance - The Author Lyrics
Someday these cities will burn, sometimes I wish it were tomorrowCould we stand alone as skyscrapers crumble? (To the ground)Open up and swallowSomeday war will break the earth into tiny little pieces (Covered in blood)Could it be at the head of the last stand where man fights hand to hand?In the heat of the battle, when nothing else mattersWe die to survive, we dieWe die to surviveWe die to surviveWe are one of a kindWe are one of a kindThe maker's hands have never shakenNo blemishes or flawsPassionate the artist at his canvas draws, adding color and dimensionHe watched as we passed through the filthy hands over and overShed a solitary tear to flood the whole world overI want to stand at the edge of our new beginningLet the fire consume the dead and explode with a bright white lightI want to stand in the ruin of everything we built hereWatch the rubble turn to ash and turn back timeWhen at last we are returned to the kind hands of the authorI want to be there with the colors and paint back bright the skyWatch an old world die and a new one come to lifeSo you never spoke the words, I know you feel itWe are one of a kindIn the universe, we are one of a kindI want to stand at the edge of our new beginningI want to stand at the edge of our new beginningLet the fire consume the dead and explode with a bright white lightI want to stand in the ruin of everything we built hereWatch the rubble turn to ash and turn back timeI want to stand at the edge of our new beginningWatch the rubble turn to ash and turn back time
