One June our heart was beating

when a screen, a voice, a page

changed our Pulse from pride to grief

changed our dreams to rage

God, I couldn’t take the bleeding

that was laid out like a play

And I couldn’t take needing

to understand, to disengage

The prayer, please let me wake

Eloi, please let this fade

They have built us into judge and jury

turned back against our self

They have taken all the fury

from the people that THEY shelved

Then they built around us boxes

so we couldn’t see there weren’t lines

And they’ll build around us coffins

if we let them have the time

And they won’t even have to kill us

with this nightmare game they’ve made

because they built us executioners

out of flesh and blood and hate

They can sit out in the bleachers

You know they wouldn’t miss the show

But they don’t have to play the game now

We make the final blow

The only waking up now, is waking to the fact

that 49 are gone, and there is no going back

All we have is forward, and we have to pick the track

Pick a plan, pick a route, pick our method of attack

To somehow stop the bleeding, but more to stop the cuts

because I’m awful tired of dying

and I’m awful tired of blood