Fume Flags

Laying down on the bottom of the burning pile of common dreams
Asking ourselves if this time waiting on the ashes of hope is worth

Is this really worth waiting?

Tell me the reason why our voice remains unlistened
Tell me the reason our existence remains hidden

Little beliefs, born from different minds
Brothers keeping the flag high
Lost together in the flares of the underground

We cut our throat open to let you hear our very purpose and meaning
This edge of growing sprouts is our only hope for this place

Time after time
This light can't reach out

Closing your eyes won't save you from this flash

Between faces without integrity and voices of awfull mirrors
We stay strong until our soul has something to say

This is a dying breed in a land where the weak survives
Creatures of the dark that immolate themselves
Suffering at the bottom of a sterile bonfire
Fed with cold water from the blind judges of ingustice

It's so dark here but at the same time we feel the heat

We stand for this brotherhood
burning together at the same time

We help each other break the barriers
Break the boundaries

Break this wall down

Brothers keeping the flag high
Never leave this battlefield



Credits
Writer(s): Mauro Tomat
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