Hold to the roar as they pass us   by and we will kill the   "Saint"   We forget just how fast   we fall when wings decide our   fate.   The swansong surfaces, it   paints our names   It loves to keep   us here, it lives to love our   pain.      Will we be counted here   amung the lost?   Speak not   tragedy   Render our slates   clean.      Within this prison they   walk above us.   These mausoleums   of concrete confine us.   Will we   dance with ruin just to make our   way out of this maze? Will we be   remembered?      These mountains   loom over us like they're   headstones.   This valley is our   grave and we are our casket.      We   follow just to find   ourselves.   The prints of our   knees embedded in stone will leave   their mark.      Will we pray   tonight? For what bonds have held   us now recede, we forge the   tide.   We've sold our souls just   to live above the ones who've died   and we are saved.   We will be   remembered.