Hold to the roar as they pass us
by and we will kill the
"Saint"
We forget just how fast
we fall when wings decide our
fate.
The swansong surfaces, it
paints our names
It loves to keep
us here, it lives to love our
pain.
Will we be counted here
amung the lost?
Speak not
tragedy
Render our slates
clean.
Within this prison they
walk above us.
These mausoleums
of concrete confine us.
Will we
dance with ruin just to make our
way out of this maze? Will we be
remembered?
These mountains
loom over us like they're
headstones.
This valley is our
grave and we are our casket.
We
follow just to find
ourselves.
The prints of our
knees embedded in stone will leave
their mark.
Will we pray
tonight? For what bonds have held
us now recede, we forge the
tide.
We've sold our souls just
to live above the ones who've died
and we are saved.
We will be
remembered.