Sacred stones walked upon
Will be worn away in time
Until they are pebbles and dust covered crystals
That hold no meaning in mind

And over the sun it's cold and stark
It's as bare as the deserts on Earth
And covering this truth the sun stands guard
Blinding your eyes from the dark

So should I feel guilty
For this truth before jury
We determine its fate for us
Its crime is atrocious
But the blood on our hands
Give meaning for us to decide