The shelter I have is not enough for where we are
The moon hides its face every night, afraid to die
The calendar tells us to wait inside our cage
I'll laugh as they send me to hell for what I've done
The frames on the walls they come right down
And the light seeping through warms the ground
We carried ourselves to the rooms we were born in
But the doctors had nothing to say on a planned escape
I followed a hole in the earth to wait it out
The flames came to eat us alive and here we are
The frames on the walls they come right down
And the light seeping through warms the ground
The lines in the sand are all that's left
Of our divided land, so now we rest

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