Lies take on a golden hue Bleeding from the working few The dying rays of broken sons Cast shadows that bleed into one I'll never know what it meant to you Similar lives bred separate views That we both need to carry on Running barefoot on the shards Destruction reigns an empty throne She screams "There's no going home" Carrion lost to a simple trick Muscle is picked from the bone Vultures will not sleep or save us now Jointly we might stand our ground Stand on my shoulders Examine the throne Shadows play tricks in the light Blow out the candle The specter is gone She's never coming home