We were six, we were innocents They kettled us in with Christ on a crucifix Spoke of end of days, renouncing all our wicked ways The price you pay to turn away Still time to be saved We were stars in a distant past Recycled, reused and renewed as ourselves by chance Exploded, ripped and torn, coagulated and reformed Against the odds to be reborn at all Stand tall Keep your wits about you We won't promise eternity But there's nowhere that I'd want to be If I'm not free to leave Pete was right when he said: "It's just not enough to keep the mind alive"