Pyramids - Cutting Pink With Knives

Pyramids of the south-west

Destroyed by wind

Destroyed by heat

They promised such sound

They promised such warmth

They collapsed under years

Of broken dreams and tired hands

Condemned by gods

That thought they’d rot

And so would we

But they were wrong

We will rebuild the pyramids

Against glass skies and fill empty hearts

We’ll all regain the golden shapes

That defined our lives

They’ll be rebuilt

They’ll be rebuilt