Crawling From The Wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage
We labour through the night
Sifting through the ruins
Fueled by anger's light

Ten thousand voices were silenced
Ten thousand souls now to mourn
Dark thoughts of death surround us
Dark thoughts of death are born

Do we not bleed if you prick us?
Wrong us, do we not avenge?
Where is the line that is drawn here
On one side justice - on the other revenge?

There will be time, there will be time
Or so poor Prufrock says
Time to murder and create
And face the end of days

Still crawling from the wreckage
Questions unanswered still
Where do we pour out our fury?
Whom do we seek to kill?

Do we not bleed if you prick us?
Wrong us, do we not avenge?
But are we sure of the line here
Do we seek justice - or do we seek revenge?

Crawling from the wreckage
We labour through the night
Sifting through the ruins
Fueled by anger's light

Ten thousand voices were silenced
More will take up the song
Now is the time to rebuild the dream
The reckoning will not be long

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