What if it's all for nothing? What if I quit the what-ifs? Everybody talks but their words are wrong Everybody talks but their words are wrong I'll be your shrine I'm not here to fight I saw you come up to me (Born within these patterns we drew crooked lines) In what was such a cruel dream I felt I finally learned the truth (We built a world anew) I said I'll be your shrine I'm not here to fight I woke up and today I can breathe (There's static in the trees) With all our memories I'll keep until the end I'll be your shrine I won't live to fight