Bless the golden lines that hold us together And feel our hearts bleed throughout the sutures Holding tight to the stitches in our own spirit We are the shards of our future selves So keep collecting the pieces you'll step upon And reframe the questions that guide your course Always seeking to repair what cannot be mend We'll pay our dues with the blood on our hands This is our common yoke Never not risking it all Putting ourselves at the forefront Like figureheads exposed to erosion Putting ourselves at the forefront In and out of the tidal waves Our skins are worn out Our faces weathered Until we're eventually washed ashore Spiraling, spiraling down One with the flux of our memories Rejoicing in our multiplicity We shall be lost and found again So keep collecting the pieces you'll step upon And reframe the questions that guide your course Always seeking to repair what cannot be mend We'll pay our dues with the blood on our hands With our memories We shall be lost and found again Follow the patterns of this broken world Forever stray, forever fall