Mark my words, the collection will astound you
Once the notches exceed the club
Stop and gaze at what remains around
We’ll figure out the score, reflect upon the outcome
The ranks will begin to grow, supporters will make themselves known
To all those who oppose, our sympathies are yours

Return to innocence before the sun sets
On all that we know, all that we think that we have and deserve
And all of this world, known or unknown
Merely a moment in time

Mark my words, the deconstruction will relieve you
Of any choice you ever had
That is if you believe you ever had a choice

Wisdom, virtue, honor, long since gone

Of a house that once stood tall, all that’s left behind
Smoking ash and mortar, now sever ties
From that in which you once found truth and comfort
Could this have been avoided? We’ll never know
We must relinquish our sense of entitlement
Before we can begin to reconstruct what we’ve lost

Now take all that you can, before the dogs return again
To circle the grounds, make sure that you’re firmly in line within the guise
For nothing you’ve known is forged from the essence
Of that from which we all derive
Hear my cries, the lament of a broken tribe
As my hand reaches out from across the divide

Without wisdom, virtue, honor, who’s your god now?
Darkness, weakness, absence, clouding your vision
But it can’t be all we have left; no it can’t be all we have
This last shred of life, is it all we’re clinging onto?
I won’t believe there’s nothing left to lose
This all seems so familiar
Somehow I know that it’s worth clinging onto

This is not the end
You’d better mark my words
You must be your own god now