if all we dreamt
was left to the side
to drift into the air
what would this life be
but automatic motion
we're too sly for demotion

ideas disappear
for those who never speak
a history forgotten
if our hearts never see
ideas disappear
for those who never speak
a history forgotten
if our hearts never see

there in colossus
crumble to dust
the hands of man
who conveniently omit
the words they are taught
doomed to shuffle an angry beat
the action nary strikes

ideas disappear
for those who never speak
a history forgotten
if our hearts never see
ideas disappear
for those who never speak
a history forgotten
if our hearts never see

a history forgotten
a history forgotten