Anthem

We are born of stone, And etched by wind, We're cast aside to live or die, We are the pawns in our own game. Like refugees, Of silent wars, We step on ever-shifting ground, Promoting what we undermine. For countless days, We walked alone, Directionless and vulnerable, Sitting targets wearing smiles. No one of us will go unscathed, By private battles we have braved. A vicious circle we have built, Constructed from our shame and guilt. The flags we wave, Are set afire, To warm the bones of infant dreams, Even as our present's set ablaze. The tinderbox, We sit upon, Decays in churning mists of fog, And crumbles down into the sea. No one of us will go unscathed, By private battles we have braved. A vicious circle we have built, Constructed from our shame and guilt. We lie embraced, In the arms of dawn, The fading echoes of pointless time, Statuettes of ignorance. And even as, The clock hand sweeps, We pay no mind to where we are, Surely we're not allowed to die. No one of us will go unscathed, By private battles we have braved. A vicious circle we have built, Constructed from our shame and guilt.