[00:10.842]It's been a brutal existence
[00:16.617]For most
[00:21.959]This far
[00:27.999]We were clawing in the dirt
[00:34.283]We were dying in birth
[00:41.571]We were grinding grain in the noon day sun
[00:51.434]With madmen spitting bloody feathers to appease the demons
[01:01.993]Oh
[01:11.081]It's been a godless existence
[01:16.627]For some
[01:22.187]This far
[01:27.967]We were breaking bread
[01:34.751]In a brotherhood of men
[01:41.277]No, I can't recall a single memory of our universal past
[01:51.319]And I've never felt a drop of blood fall from beneath my singing ax
[02:01.875]Oh
[02:27.767]It's been a voiceless wilderness
[02:33.563]For most
[02:38.602]Of us this far
[02:44.897]And there's no prophet on the mount
[02:51.927]Whose words won't be drowned out
[02:58.971]By our locust fingers clicking neverending in our lapse
[03:08.259]We traded in divine inheritance to break our pagan masks
[03:18.567]Are there none who walk among us who remember what we had?