So proud now that you've made
A god of yourself
Scream in vain
When nothing has changed
Blind eyes, deaf ears
Care not for your pleas
You claim belief
And take as you need
But miserable are those
With their hopes set on dead things
Given the name of God
To works made of human hands
Which shall rot like all flesh
No more signs, no more seasons
Forgetting the reason
Favor the enemy, No more serenity
Oh, To Dance is to Die
Pray before gold that has no worth
Useless stones drug from the earth
For health he prays to a thing that is weak
For his life, a thing that is dead
All that we are and
All that we're meant to be
We struggle with our humility
Blind when we should Find our clarity
Our pride rots like your flesh
Absent minds, relapsed learning
Abusing the blessing
Refuse the confessing
No more signs, no more seasons
Favor the enemy, No more serenity
Oh, To Dance is to Die
Willing, compelling an evil unseen
Arrested. void of light
Indulgence in weakness
The blind lead the blind
To Dance... is... to Die
One nation over God
Invoking their words of woe
Humbled in shame
From the doom that came
What do we know
And where do we go from here?
Condemned ourselves to the night
Doomed to live in fear