When you're drawn to the ground by the dragons
Would you raise up your head, would you gaze at the sky?
When you're drawn to the ground by the dragons
Would you raise up your head, would you cry?
And all the wicked prisons that they built inside your mind
And all the wicked borders that unite us, that divide us until death
Ever different will embrace us in the end
But roll away the stone, and hear the wind will whisper out your name