Woe of Tyrants Follow

Look to the sky for the evidence
Breath of the wind chilling every cord on my spine
In this instant, I'm taken atop the world
The burning of buildings and houses beneath
Never reaches the lowest of stars

It's a fallacy to think that the world stops at us
These towers don't seem so tall
When compared to the galaxies of the universe
In it's ever changing beauty, we take notes, on how to paint
Of what to sing, it's manifold

A fleeting world is rotting right before our eyes
The chances of restoring beauty ever-slowly dies
Day turns to night, back to light, with no help from mankind
And then light shines our way to all fortune

I'll take a ticket to be by your side
For this mystery will not suffice
There is more to what we see than what we know
There's room for growth

And with a flash, the earth will shake
And be sure that everyone will fall
It can't combat the violence
Which feeds off of the world

Mountains can stare, as every building falls on top of all of us
Everything we make, everything we dream
Every ounce of beauty seen
Brings a glimmer of hope
For what is on the other side of the sky

The color it comes from above, and surrounds every one
Infusing us with light, deep in the corners they wait
These dire forces intend to invade
Slowly fading to magical places, where the color is no more
What's in the garden? Now it waits

Mind not the delusions, it's never too late to reconvene
Slowly, as words keep us growing, relationships forged in gold
What's in the garden? Now it waits
Mind not the delusions, it's never too late