As the days ached and trudged along We knew there was no peace to gain in letting it go So we meditated and gathered ourselves, Brave faces on hollow shells And held our souls in twine, as Goliath came into sight And so we bite at the hand that claims to feed Even if our teeth turn to dust, we may then be free No honour for thieves You'll pay the debt you took from me Your skin will burn In the white hot gaze of those you've turned I swear to God one day you'll see the truth The lines you create between us and you We've been broken and made to your will like glass But if it's bridges you wish to burn then let my body be ash You'll burn No honour for thieves You'll pay the debt you took from me Your skin will burn In the white hot gaze of those you've turned The thinnest lines can still divide If we paint them with pride Brushed in black and white The hands that guide Are just as quick to bind