Am I picking up the pieces Or picking up the pace? I guess I'll never know The length of the endeavor With strength upon a strength She strings the last straw And as the credits go down On unaesthetic ghost towns Anesthetics send me off home Those technicolour skies disclose my own demise And all the ending themes are spoiled, over the rover For I'vе made your poplar branch my crown I hung my harp, I've been let down Diaspora Diaspora my lovе I'm coming home... You had me at I told you so This punishment this endless joke Geographies I do not know (My heart still beats) despite your spiteful embargoes Ignite the emperor burn his clothes I reached and touched the afterglow Our Hearts Beat In A Tribal Rhythm Our Hearts Beat In A Tribal Rhythm We'll March The Gates To End This Prison Our Hearts Beat In A Tribal Rhythm