Attackers take the bridge at dawn we were the ones to coax the spawn There was a time when I felt as brotherhood was all I ever had Over time it seemed a lark spoken histories quiet in the dark What once was ours for the taste has been defeated by your waste It seems that I have made a mistake It appears that I have backed a mistake (and now my guts can talk) And you can't cry with shallow egocentric eyes There's nothing left to rely on when all your suckers fade away Born as brothers and branded by impact experience is the mother of blind faith But blinding trauma and years of forced allegiance are never enough ...and now it's time to cut these cancerous losses