They said we wouldn't last.
But they turned out to be wrong,
-the demons of the past.
They laughed when they heard.
They cried to break us apart.
They did all that they could,
-shooting bullets through the heart.
We were soaked in blood.
We were soaked with tears.
As we died,
it made them cheer.
They said it was your lust.
They said it was my greed.
Of insecurities and hurt,
-they planted the tiny seed.
Their triumph was all that mattered.
And so we let them win.
But this is not where we end,
This is where we begin.
We are soaked in blood.
We are soaked with tears.
But the sun is out now,
it'll dry our fears.
Let them curse.
Let them be.
We wont give up that easy
and submit to "conformity".
