Are we owed More than what we've bled for All that we've owned Are faith's aborations I've found no home Amongst this wasted generation You're raising up these sheep In wolves clothing and leading them to slaughter Nothing is sacred All effigies to burn Your shallowness held in their highest regard Your churches stand to perpetuate blindness While gathering an army of masochistic drones We are the flowers in the ashes We are the flowers in the ashes We are the flowers in the ashes We are the flowers in the ash Empty dreams Of their expired promises Guaranteed and writ In our blood A price we'll pay For an eternity An inheritance That was never theirs to give We are the flowers in the ashes We are the flowers in the ashes We are the flowers in the ashes We are the flowers in the ash