Lyrics

No masters no more In the world we implore The state of our age Shall be thrown to the floor If not for the colors That glow 'neath the sun No beauty for anyone No detail or time On the throw-away line Now brawn is the victor The loser the mind If not for the ruins Of what was once now No beauty for anyone Gone is the ache in the well Gone is the words for to tell Gone is the hunger that gnaws At the the bone Gone is the tale of our years Gone is the blood and the tears Gone is all but a quarry of stone No risk every earned Creativity turned Of the nature from which it incessantly churned If not for a morning That surely will come No beauty for anyone No desire ever had For all those who are sad No praise for the ones Who are perfectly mad If not for the words In the minds of the gone No beauty for anyone Gone is the ache in the well Gone is the words for to tell Gone is the hunger that gnaws At the the bone Gone is the tale of our years Gone is the blood and the tears Gone is all but a quarry of stone Gone is all but a quarry of stone