Remains

It's far too easy to say it was right When the words are lies They turn on names and twisted schemes That shadow every sky The towers rise and stand And wait for no one to see But those who pray no hand And pray them cleanly They preach to broken lights Disguised in every claw They tremble at the night Yet wear the word of law Power, the stick of life Born from all carried fear A furnace fed by shallow minds That never learn to hear The towers rise and stand And wait for no one to see But those who pray no hand And pray them cleanly The dead will die The dead will die And those who kneel Will live to lie The flesh that burns a lust That always fades to rust When it's crushed There's always someone with a crown Claiming that power belongs to all But every throne comes crashing down We spark life and move to life To be able to take This world, whatever ours We cannot change The bodies awake Rest in the air But you will face your bodies Slamming down What's to remain After it's gone What will remain After it's gone