Invoke the right of gods that die. To weep for ourselves.
A death on a river surrounded by those who don't understand.
The perfect dead will fall. Our bodies in the ground.
Barbed wire horizon the blood it all surrounds.
I never realized they'll never realize.
You said we'd be heroes that the walls would fall.
You said that the barbed wire would only cut our hands.
That the hungry masses would reach out. But what about the blood?
We were gods, you said. We would remain. We were gods, you said. In that backlash of belief.
We were gods. Gods.