Only the future can right the past.

Silent nameless who shatter selves gain sustenance from draining the atypical.
In the shadows their uniforms shine like broken stars, with gravity that's immeasurable.
Take an introspective look at your heroes, tell me what they have, that you cannot seize.
On what air do they feed when they brainwash the innocent thats so impossible,
for you to revolutionize for all to breathe?

Keep your head up.
Stick another foot in the mud.
Don't look back now.
What's done is done.
Why waste saliva to extinguish flame,
when the wick of the candle
can never be white again?

Ink upon the flesh speaks truths that just won't rest, static as a severed limb is
this picture seared into the brain. So you flee. Tell yourself you can't remember me.
When it's over seconds wasted masking memories will haunt the silent and nameless,
as time the fragile clones could have spent searching for the future. Carry on. Use the mistakes like weapons to defend whats left of your innocence from further deconstruction.

Through the years now.
You strive to right what's wrong.
I must convince you, every day
of retaliation is another day they've won.
Keep on burning, walk your dynamic line.
Because every point of change,
Cannot be wasted time.