Yet but moans
Time may not assuage our thirst
We are the damned, we are the cursed
Fate to us is nothing but the name
Of all that dies to be reborn again

Lines of dust embrace the sky
We are the meek, we are the blind
Waiting for that single chance
To delicately set the night ablaze
Sticks and stones
Won’t break our bones
We’re yet but moans

Rain this season’s been so scant
Each gust of dew seems heaven sent
Scattered hopes are all that’s left
We are the unsettled, we are the wrecked
Staring at the broken wing
Of some dark angel we all agree

That time will not assuage our thirst
We are the unborn, we are the distrusted
Sticks and stones
Won’t break our bones
We’re yet but moans

One day our time will come
One day our time will come
One day our time will come.