A toast for our sins Our instincts drag us deeper Throwing us to the wolves The nameless were all buried long ago We are not anonymous The faceless burials are over They can see us now The lines of freedom, redrawn They can see us now The lines of freedom, redrawn Held to our curse We are not anonymous Not alone We are bound to bear this cross Held to our curse We are not anonymous Not alone We are bound to bear this cross A place for our dreams What better way to plant the seeds Of watch, reign and rule The nameless were all buried long ago We are not anonymous The faceless burials are over We are not anonymous (not anonymus) The faceless burials are over