YOU’LL TAKE WHAT’S YOURS AND I’LL TAKE WHAT’S MINE. HARVEST YOUR ANXIETIES, WHILE I LOOK FOR THE SIGNS. THE SERPENTS ARE AMONGST US WITH THE WRATH OF HIS GRACE. NEITHER YOUR FEARS, NOR YOUR TEARS WILL MAKE THEM CEASE. YOU SAVED YOUR SCREAMS, BUT WON’T MAKE THEM DISPLACE. WE HOPE THAT LIFE ITSELF WILL CARRY US THROUGH. WE HOPE THAT OUR SONG WILL NOT ONLY BE A FRACTION OF WHAT WILL HAVE TO BE SAID, OR WHAT WILL HAVE TO BE DONE. LIFE DOES NOT STAND A CHANCE. WHO’LL SAVE US NOW? THE AID OF A FORCE MUCH GREATER THAN ALL, WILL NOT COME FROM ABOVE, WILL NOT BE OUR SALVATION. GUARDIAN ANGELS NOW HAVE CEASED TO BE, WE MUST SOLELY RELY ON OURSELVES. MY FEET ARE SORE, MY ARMS ARE NUMB, BUT AT LEAST I WAS FREE ALL ALONG. I STILL BELIEVE IN THE EARTH AND THE AIR THAT I BREATHE. WE LIVE AND DIE ON THIS DAY, SO WE SHALL BE LIFTED. I WAS FREE ALL ALONG.