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You give me the rope

And we set it alight

You give us a way out

Still we're statuesque

The life of a drone

Is not what we wish

Some say that death is harboured in the cold

Yet we are birthed in its kingship

And yearn to brave it once more

We see home

We will never look back

Advance forward and conquer

For us the torch is not lit, for the path forward is best taken blind

For us the torch is not lit, for the path forward is best taken blind

To you a trap is to us a blessing

A warning is a beckoning

The life in the crowd is your story

And ours is what we write for ourselves

So when you fall to the ground

It will be in our shadow

Even if you never stumble

Our march will rumble