There's a vision A reoccuring theme Hallucination wrapped up in a dream The sun is shining And we're all waking up There's a vision A reoccuring theme Hallucination wrapped up in a dream The sun is shining And we're all waking up We're not carved of stone We're molded in flesh Of blood and bone We can change who we are What's not in the cards Might be in the stars Shake away the memories Of what we used to be And where we come from And where we're headed And what we're going to see We're not carved of stone We're molded in flesh Of blood and bone We can change who we are What's not in the cards Might be in the stars We are the artists This world is our canvas We can change this scene We are the artists This world is our canvas We can change this scene We are the artists This world is our canvas We can change this scene We are the artists This world is our canvas We can change this scene We're not carved of stone We're molded in flesh Of blood and bone In words that pierce A Sound We are the answer I share my dying breath With you