We die and see beauty reign
We die and see beauty reign
And on and on
The final trace
Shall know its place
And slow erase

We die and see hosts and ghosts
We force ourselves down their throats
And walk along the old dirt track
No thoroughfare
No going back

We [bad word] it up
Forced the pace
Got swept along
Forged our fate
Our banks foreclose
Our fortunes fade
Our alibis are retrograde

We die and see beauty reign
We die and see beauty reign