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I. The Proud

Where have all the heroes gone

that used to bleed for us?

Still holding on to fading lullabies,

and fear the end when every note is lost.

How can we know,

if a glance beyond

the shadow wall could

free our souls.

In the wake behind the virtuous we carry on,

while listening to the poetry of lies.

And darkened by the prosperous we carry on,

as ignorance of human life subsides.

They left us blind and broke our pride,

they told us to be brave.

But like an insect drawn to light

we circle around the radiance of truth.

How can we know,

if a glance beyond

the shadow wall could

free our souls.

In the wake behind the virtuous we carry on,

while listening to the poetry of lies.

And darkened by the prosperous we carry on,

as ignorance of human life subsides.

I am you,

you are me.

Feel the grace,

I set you free.

I am the empire...

II. The Broken

I am learning to crawl,

denying the fall.

In time I’ll stand again!

I am bare to the skin,

I’m refusing to give in.

You can’t break my heart again!

But I try, I keep trying,

and I dying to forgive.

All the matters is

what’s going to be.

I try,

I keep trying,

I dying to forgive.

I am you,

you are me!

In the wake behind the virtuous we carry on,

while listening to the poetry of lies.

And darkened by the prosperous we carry on,

as ignorance of human life subsides.