And when the shadows overtake the ground again Will you hear the darkness Or the way the sun speaks as it sets? There will always be time to watch the sand slip through your hands So for today, let's pretend that we demand the chance to begin again
So, call in the troops, or call it a truce The sound of hands shaking will prove no use So raze the buildings and plow the lands Free the slaves and we'll begin again
Because there's nothing fucking left
It doesn't matter till it does And then it's all bets are off When all is said and done You and me, we don't need a leader Don't need to be lead to be true to ourselves And there is nothing else And we need nothing outside of ourselves