Oh, we’re still pressing, in spite of weary legs
We have our scar-marked hearts to thank, not our unscathed heads
The heart said “cultivate,” the head said “fruitless chance”
Walking the outskirts, appreciate the circumstance
Now we move on for ourselves, and on our own accord
Before the first one ever dropped, we knew what this was for
Over scorching earth, we watched the skyline fall
But not all hope is lost, I swear that we’ll rebuild it all
Oh, it’s depressing, all these nepotists
And anyone who thinks that “DIY” is a worthless acronym
Your value’s worthless, inconsequential purpose
You never bled, bled for anything
We can’t let off this pace, with our backs to the past we embraced
Breathing with greatened haste, and a pain that we smell and we taste
Must push on and on, worse things will come
No end within sight, no rest tonight
“Oh heavens if you hear me, open and up and let me see
What this place used to be”
“What have we done? What have we done to this place?”
Before the first one ever dropped, we knew what this was for
You never bled for anything
Over scorching earth, we watched the skyline fall
You never bled for anything
But not all hope is lost, I swear that
We’ll rebuild it all, we’ll rebuild it all
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