Through The Collapse - Watchers Restrained

We built our towers in sand
And now they collapse around us
As we fall into the cracks
Nothing shall remain as it once was
Hold on to these falling pillars and resurrect a passion
When silence sleeps to the beat of fists
Bury your head in the sand, and throw you heart to the sea
For your children have no place to grow their bones
Birds are weak as their necks grow thin
Trees no longer stand
And like the soil, we too are made of grain
Like the death of young, it is finality
Assemble the masses at the cliffs
And we shall cast ourselves to the seas
Rain strips the skin from our bones
We fall into the cracks of the earth
Silence
Desolation
Silence
Desolation