Saw the price tag you put on your eyes and ears

 And watched as you sold your mouth for the lifestyle of a saint

 You got on your caps and buried your mug in that hole

 It's always the ones with the most cracked driftwood imaginations

 That buy into the thickest of crucifixes

 The biggest of brick walls

 The brightest of whitewashes

 We won't serve any boundaries

 No borders of blood, no altars of worship

 No buildings of damnation

 No kingdoms built on rape and slaughter

 We'll never be sacred lives

 Only traitors

 Our war is the war you won't listen to

 The war you won't speak of

 The battle for the battle of the breath

 When it fades, when it settles

 When it burns and crumbles

 We'll be your traitors

 And we survive

 We survive