Oh ailing ground beneath my feet
Tell me how deep do I dig
To find a soil untouched by humanity
Every stone or home or tree
Every field that I see
Carefully woven in this tapestryWe are the godforsaken architects of dreams
We are godforsaken
Every artefact
That will rise
Must collapseLook what we've started
We've built a house
And wrecked a home
Look what we've started
Art kills the artist
Oh ailing ground beneath my feet
Tell ne how deep do I dig
To rest my bones
so you can rest over meWe are the architects of dreams
We are godforsaken
Every artefact
That will rise
Must collapseLook what we've started
We've built a house
And wrecked a home
Look what we've started
Art kills the artist
We weave our tapestry
too tight around the earth
we built a house and wrecked a home
We weave our tapestry
too tight around the earth
Look what we've started
Art kills the artistLook what we've started
We've built a house
And wrecked a home
Look what we've started
Art kills the artist