
Sometimes we walk barefoot into the forest even though there are snakes in the leaves and sometimes some people still call you "your honor" but we know there's no honor among thieves

In the haze of our days when memory falters and the nights hide the loneliest sins We will carry our sacrifice up to the altar and look away when the slaughter begins

We were drowned on dry ground And we froze in the fire We were born as old women and men We drank from a tank That was dry, then was drier And our enemies loved us much more than our friends