Pyramids of the south-west   Destroyed by wind   Destroyed by heat      They promised such sound   They promised such warmth      They collapsed under years   Of broken dreams and tired hands      Condemned by gods   That thought they'd rot   And so would we   But they were wrong      We will rebuild the pyramids   Against glass skies and fill empty hearts   We'll all regain the golden shapes      That defined our lives      They'll be rebuilt   They'll be rebuilt