Will they follow, those who are free Will I see your image reflected in me I don’t want to have to say Can they bear the emptiness that’s inside of me And those who are committed to their persona It’s by language that they are made It’s in their tongues reality is fake It’s by silence one meets his fate I don’t want to have to say this is me with a voice this is me with a choice I can't just pretend, this is me Eternal history ongoing and preserving Guarding the only thing worth guarding The inevitable advancement of time itself