Harsh winds and tyrants roam the ground beneath our feet
A warm touch invites us; heard the sounds that echo beside us
Panic in the streets, caught a glimpse of the madness
So they sing to us from their rooftops
Songs of innocence, yet they are blind
Dead eyes entice you like a mist that surrounds us
Follow the sirens as they sound across the island
So they sing to us from their rooftops
Songs of innocence, yet they are blind from ignorance
Stolen from a dream, and placed into a stream
Of your fantasies; trapped yet free
Place all your bets down
Send forth your best now and
Place all your bets down
Silence that's treason
Trapped in place
Slowly drifting away
So they sing
