They cornered us in dark alleys and bedrooms at night,

Unravelled our selves while they sought their delight,

Leaving mismatched pieces of a person strewn behind

Like a sick trail back to a whole soul we'll never find.

Left a burden to crush that was too heavy to carry,

So we laid down listlessly beneath the night deep and starry,

But the cosmic fires could not reflect on our cold icy eyes

That saw too much of the world's cruelty and lies.

Yet the heart continued to beat and the chest raised for air,

And a spirit slowly rose within that was noble and fair:

Defeat could be allowed when we wandered alone

But we had to rise to save others from the beasts on the throne.