The Divide
Such destruction. Such a divide.
Our generation draws the line.
The gray grows opaque and our eyes can
differentiate
the state that we are in.
A price will be paid.
A choice must be made.
Believe in yourself
or hold onto your faith.
Such disruption. A vivid divide.
There are only two, so pick a side.
You're in or you're out, so rethink all your
doubts
and shout loud and drown the din.
The masters are chosen.
Whether you think so or not.
Come together, cast your lot.
Here we are, unwoven.
Self destruction. Such a collide.
Our generation takes their sides.
The gray is gone and with the dawn our blades are
drawn
and the fawn will feel his sin.
Lead us into battle.
The Sun covers the sky.
The chains begin to rattle.
One of us must die.
