These things are broken, beyond repair
Dead weight on our backs in our hands
What could we know? thousand mile stare
Apathy for if the final blow will land
Dry eyes of samsara, we will not mourn
We have nothing, arms open, born into this dying world
Torn asunder, this world must be
We can not we will not look back
What we have left can't be called hope
But it's ours and we steel our resolve
Dead weight on our backs in our hands
What could we know? thousand mile stare
Apathy for if the final blow will land
Dry eyes of samsara, we will not mourn
We have nothing, arms open, born into this dying world
Torn asunder, this world must be
We can not we will not look back
What we have left can't be called hope
But it's ours and we steel our resolve