We’re on the edge and blind to the fall
It’s carved in stone that we gift our fate to gilded men
We are just saints without a warning
As sirens air until they fade behind the lines

With, “This is not as thirty eight,
How could they fail to see the truth?”

There’s no cause for alarm
That’s just not who I am
I don’t know the weight these words will carry towards their crimes

But you can’t take me back to thirty eight
Back to the start of the end
Again

I’ve never known of a reason to be reasoned with
Await the fading of our scars, repeat those sins again