Quaking in their boots, there is a battle ahead
We haven’t stepped back into our shadows yet
The crops are rising, the hunger is fed
On the hills is where we have met

Shouting my name, hearing the calls
It’s a pain that only you can feel
Their hope is something that falls
Inside their coffins, the will kneel

Honesty is lost to the translations erased
Question the advertisements that fill our faces
Convenience is the life that is traced
One day there will be no more spaces

Quote the past for its innocence
Believe the tradition that keeps us apart
Life is not true, it is an essence
A second to see where we can start