We're out of breath. Our lips stained with your valor. The sweetness of your promises has dried up. You left them all clenching your hands. But I'm feeling my grip slip.
You stole our eyes and serenaded our sorrows with your heavy words. And we're finding your songs were nothing more then empty breath and hollow hands. Disenchanted, our eyes have learned to see through. Backs broken, we stand upon the rocks we choose to cling to. (We cling to these forbidden dreams. We'll through away all the deceiving dreams you led us to believe. No leadership will bring us back from this. We're on a sinking ship. No captain can lead us away from our futures.
We stand on solid ground, truth in our own eyes, faith in our own footsteps, fate in our own hands.