• Welcome home
    To the loss of dreams,
    Such a gruesome scene.

    It never fades,
    From the back of your mind,
    "It's only static..."
    They say
    That loss is a lie
    We're all just children of desire.
    Foolish and reckless
    and that we'll burn
    in hellfire.

    We break,
    We make our way
    We fight and cry
    and scream and die.

    We survive and forever,
    We hold our heads high.
    We won't loose our trust
    Or faith in what we believe.

    Because life is a story and we're all just make-believe.