Take the fire And bend it into the shape of a child And let him sing What you've been trying to say for a while
That there's nothing left No bodies to catch the heat of the flame There's nothing left And every word that's thrown becomes the same
We made hammers To cave in the walls we chose to build I'll grasp them both Maybe you can honor the bearer of guilt
But instead The white flag smothers the boy And shelters the lie You were only saved Cause you could not be destroyed
One last time I'll Try to tame the beast without breaking skin But no solution Seems to ever let me in
If I go on, I'll hold on With the weakest grip I can But neither warriors, nor humble words Can linger in this land
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