There's a kind of focus A subtle art to losing sleep, it takes a Special kind of person To make decisions as fucked as these But that's just the start It's just a small part Of what makes us who we are We make our intentions clear We choose our words carefully We don't believe everything we hear We still have some noise to make If there's a God, he hates us Does what he can to see us fail But were not superstitious So we don't fucking care We just need a spark A light in the dark To show us where we are We make our intentions clear We choose our words carefully We don't believe everything we hear We still have some noise to make Defend against the hordes With rusty shields and broken swords All we need are words A handful of drunken slurs Truth be told We'll always know That we will never be, we'll never be alone