We Are Not Weapons

Bit of a fist pumper, this one

We Are Not Weapons

Calm like the ocean
In the face of a hurricane
If you're losing your grip, lose it in style
We are not weapons
So halt your mission
We will run free and wild
There's panic on the horizon
When they see the sun setting
Because the morning could bring the ending
What are they building?
What are they screaming?
What is that language that they are speaking?

Calm like the ocean
In the heart of an explosion
Traced back to the fury we dress up in
Youth of a nation
Scream we are not weapons
How dare you accuse us of any of your sin?
Of never listening
Of never hating
Those thousand enemies that you gave
If you paint the future
What is the colour
You would use for yourself smiling from the grave?

We are not weapons
So halt your mission
If we die would you tell us what it is that we have saved?
Or just stay hidden
Easily forgotten
Because the people might know the price if they knew our names