The Poets Dance - Work of Art Lyrics
The rivers ran red and the skies turned blackThe valleys were deepened and the mountains crackedWe are controlled by paperIn vacant shades of green, we trustWhat have I enabled? Oh, noWhat is there to gain here? Oh, noWe are the fear of lossWe are the fear of painWe are to seek the new frontierOr we will die in vainThe shadows of our kin lay fixedUpon the streets in horrorYou've got to go onWhat have we done?What have I done?I stood by and watched as it all fell apartAs we burned a priceless work of artLike sheep, we blindly marchFor amber waves of grain, we trustWhat have I enabled? Oh, noWhat is there to gain here? Oh, noWe are the fear of lossWe are the fear of painWe are to seek the new frontierOr we will die in vain