Every memory recalled is an origin that we've altered
Broken promises to another man's daughter
And this one damned day was our last breath,
we gave to falter
He leads our way to the backs of our broken fathers
Vindu and Boye is on,
every night he weeps Constantly drifting,
getting out of sleep
The heart was still beating,
at the helm of death every day like a war
Resonates like trembling heads,
against transparent skin
We've been carrying on,
because survival is not a game
