Ruinbuilder

A life spent brewing the obsession

To raise monuments off loss

Purposeless measure for grand aspirations

The work is worth less than the cost

And the result is better off

Waste not want not

A heavy burden for any sane man

Shallow movements to abide

Empty gestures to disperse them

The dark will swallow the derived

And keep disciples in the blind

Waste not want not

As the sun breaks through the dark

And the night turns into day

There is nothing left to say

A trail of cracked and crumbling sillouettes

A garden of corroded hopes

His legacy will sing over dirt and dust

As the sun will set once more

Dark passions and a cowards hands

Heart of war mouth of decay

The craft was weaker than the will to build

As the ambtions swept away

A firm mask of confidence

A foundation of earth

The strong and the unbreakable

Are built broken from birth

Build your ruins

Make your early grave

All your structures

Are created to fade

As the sun breaks through the dark

And the night turns into day

There is nothing left to say