The Poets Dance Work of Art lyrics

The rivers ran red and the skies turned black
The valleys were deepened and the mountains cracked
We are controlled by paper
In vacant shades of green, we trust

What have I enabled? Oh, no
What is there to gain here? Oh, no

We are the fear of loss
We are the fear of pain
We are to seek the new frontier
Or we will die in vain

The shadows of our kin lay fixed
Upon the streets in horror
You've got to go on

What have we done?

What have I done?

I stood by and watched as it all fell apart
As we burned a priceless work of art
Like sheep, we blindly march
For amber waves of grain, we trust

What have I enabled? Oh, no
What is there to gain here? Oh, no

We are the fear of loss
We are the fear of pain
We are to seek the new frontier
Or we will die in vain