Carve a line in stone instead of drawing in the sand
Prevent the tide of progress to wash it all away
As giant monsters come to die on the shore,
For everyone to glare, for everyone to fear and stare
I see our human condition, encapsulated in a rusty snow globe
A microcosm, an easter island tragedy bis
The sirens are singing to lure us in
Like moths to flames
In our world, they’re ringing
The sirens are singing
Either ways it seems the end is near
For a hundred years my name was feared
My wrath and greatness torn the seas
What was my playground is now my grave
For I am just a white washed name
We’re all made of sand, what we cherish what we own
From the flea sized chip to the mile-high glass house
Our cities growing, the empire’s spreading
The foundations of man are built on quicksand
I cannot wait to see you bleed
Amnesty please’ you’ll scream
Pour you down the drain, I will
See it all collapse like a house of cards
On thin ice for centuries you’ve lied
The sirens are singing to lure us in
Like moths to flames
But in our world, they’re ringing
Either ways it seems the end is near
When will our pride stop leading us by?
Empathy is a raft lost at sea
How long will this all last
Until the sea takes it all back?
Where the ocean meets the sky
That’s where, the answer lies
We’re all made of sand, what we cherish what we own
It takes an outside eye to see how
Blessed and ignorant we are, sailing adrift