Cutting Pink With Knives pyramids

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