Nothing

What happens when all the wall bleeds colour red
When all the sounds come out like they've been
Bed ridden and made because you've said that
The funky must see something peel away.

And I never knew it would be you who gave
It all away, never created ever, dreams told
Themselves, whoever said that what we save
We would take to our grave. Sure we have
A prophecy a political game to you we've sold

But what happens when the wall bleeds red,
We've sold it to the grail to walk hand in hand
Talked till we are sour, never needed more,
Written in the sand. Head of dread, Sail away.