Ruins Don't Lie

There's a place where the wreckage ends, where the ash still calls my

name. I built my walls on borrowed light, now I stand

in what remains. The ruins don't lie, the ruins don't lie.

What was built on sand was born to die. I found the

stones that wouldn't burn, the bones beneath the clay. The golden gods

I used to serve have crumbled into gray. The ruins don't

lie, the ruins don't lie. What was built on sand was

born to die. But the stones that wouldn't burn, the bones beneath