Strings of Fury
(ahhhh) Marching lines of silent steel
No regret for what we feel
Underneath the heavy sky
Watch the fragile system die
Break the walls, rewrite the design (yeah) Cross the border,
burn the line
Dust is settling
on the crown
As the pillars
tumble down
Time is ticking, running dry
No more answers
to the why
All is quiet in the ruins (oooh)
(burn it down)