Detachable Faceplate

Denial could lead the path to your redemption or the path to your grave Your ally, Your kingdom, Which one would you save? The embers & stone we can raise from the ground Your body & your flesh, No cure has been found A flood of iron waves consumed our homes Loved ones and daughters have been beheaded by drones A Nuclear Burial of all we possess Our valour & glory is all we have left From the remnants of our empire we shall re-build From broken hearts, broken homes & shattered bones We are architects left with a pallet of stones Our debt paid in blood We are merely inadequate, Servants to the beholder of mists Tenants to his bludgeoning fists Our land, our faith is not our own Shadowed by the doubt of an empty throne We lost men, They lost machines Now a truce is dealt the slate is wiped clean With a promise in blood, Scribed on the sand We must not cross onto their land Exiled from this earth, We are to obey Destroyed all we know form the light of day Now one year passed The stones we laid evolved into mass creation The impossibility of reformation has proved to be our destiny Towers now stand that intimidate the skies Yet forged within shadows The resurrection of new lives Beyond our capability, We shall prosper with the invent of immortality Our creations spread doubt over their reality's Convinced we have burst the moulds But with the strength of ten men Watch the horror unfold Appearance so humane, So they are not to know With a detachable faceplate ingrown So that our identities are not shown