saw the price tag you put on your eyes and earsnand watched as you sold your mouth for the lifestyle of a saintnyou got on your caps and buried your mug in that holenit's always the ones with hte most cracked driftwood imaginationsnthat buy into the thickest of crucifixesnthe biggest of brick wallsnthe brightest of whitewashesnwe won't serve any boundariesnno borders of blood, no altars of worshipnno buildings of damnationnno kingdoms built on rape and slaughternwe'll never be sacred livesnonly traitorsnour war is the war you won't listen tonthe war you won't speak ofnthe battle for the battle of the breathnwhen it fades, when it settlesnwhen it burns and crumblesnwe'll be your traitorsnand we survivenwe survive