Do they fear - As they steer Through the centuries of time Let this cold embracing No believers - Man of little faith Burn it down to the ground Don't let the memories remain So they say the sand reclaim The knowledge of greater better men I'm standing here All that I can feel is pain and agony You bring the pain While draped in gold And you're sanctified We pay the toll And bear the scars of life Can we be sanctified just like you See they rise - And they fall Still they claim to know it all Watch them building temples Make believers Reaching their higher grounds Tear it down - To the ground Don't let history reclaim Let our voice of change Be heard to those Who've looked to better days