Last Century Man

Wake up from a sleep
Last century man
Ten thousand year fight
We fade into dust
I heard
Remember the gold
Who lived in the real
warm and tender
We cry for the past
You
Cut me on the ground
Take away the silence
Against the fold
Lost the
I’ve
Even broke
things
We‘ve done things
To the heart of the shadows
I want statues in the fold
All my cities turn to gold
Home
To the gold we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
Home
To the glass we know
To the glass I know
The spirit is gone
And I am
And the spirit is gone
Night is on