We are the long forgottensons and daughters that don't belong to anyone. We are alone under this sunand moon. We work to fix the work that you've undone.
When cries for help go unanswered and signal fires just burn and burn. We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing. Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled. With the constant drone of the unfulfilled. But we'll never fall if we stand for something. We Stand for something”