Текст песни Create Erase - Reverie

Forged in ignorance and paid for in dirt stained with blood and oil.
Intravenously, amenity is the substance.
Walk the stars beneath a red sky.
Smoke fills our eyes, till there′s no sign of morning.
Rebuild the steeple,
Its people still burning Born to create, bred to erase.
Extirpated lungs, building towers like altars.
Praise the golden calf.
Worship the shrine.
Hedonistic, fulfill my need but not my greed.
Epicaric, I'll smile as you succumb.
We have forgotten to tread lightly, for this life is not our own.
Can hear the thickened breathe of a
Lung suppressed by the weight of who we are?
There′s nothing left.
Oh, God Do you stand aghast with the clearing?
The focal point of our undoing. Born to create, bred to erase.
So dig your holes,
They'll become our graves when the
World takes no more of this violence.
And as the seas catch fire, and the woods retreat,
We'll find there is no reclamation when carnal and nature collide.
We collide.
Creation,destruction, the human condition.
The seeds sown in love, we will reap for the ruin.
There is no profit to a world expired.
We are unfit to walk the Garden.
We have wrought the end.