Born astray
 

Here...
At the dying of the sun,
I see statues undone
They melt to take the throne
Yet end up all alone
At the dying of the sun,
I see statues undone
They melt to take the throne
Yet end up all alone

I feel...
On this morning cut by cold, 
I survive by fragile hold
Someone laughs to see me alive,
Yet spits at every truth I write

On this morning cut by cold,
I survive by fragile hold
Someone laughs to see me alive, 
Yet spits at every truth I write

We’re the rats, against their cats, 
We’re the dogs beneath their wrath
We’re alone, yet brothers still,
fragile rebels, strong of will
We’re strange and odd indeed, 
But we never call it quits

We turn our eyes to find each other, 
not to hide from one another. 
We’re strange and odd indeed, 
But we are no twisted breed
 
And then…
We use our words to understand, 
not to harm or brand
If you try to seal our mouth, 
Then step up, we won’t back out
 
Our words to understand,
not to harm or brand
And if you try to seal our mouth
Step up now, we won’t back out
One voice inside tells me, “Run away!”
another one shouts “POLICE!” “Obey!”
Cause you know that we are not scared
and we don’t chase a life prepared
You try to hold us, keep us at bay
But all you do is drive us away

Yes, we’re the rats, against their cats, 
We’re the dogs beneath their wrath
We are many, cracked and brittle, 
Yet our love is never little

We were born maybe astray, 
but we never lost our way, 
And we rise again today
Perhaps something we let stray
Yet we carry it to this day

Perhaps we’ve gotten some things wrong,
But we’ve never gone where blood belongs
Perhaps we lost a thing or two,
But our love has always pulled us through

Truth is…
We’re strange and odd indeed, 
But we never call it quits
We turn our eyes to find each other, 
not to hide from one another
We’re strange and odd indeed, 
But we are no twisted breed

And if you try to seal our mouth
Step up now, we won’t back out
One voice inside tells me, “Run away!”
another one shouts “POLICE!”, “Obey!”
Cause you know that we are not scared, 
and we don’t chase a life prepared
You try to hold us, keep us at bay, 
but all you do is drive us away

We’re the rats, against their cats, 
We’re the dogs beneath their wrath
We’re alone, yet brothers still,
fragile rebels, strong of will
We were born maybe astray
But we never lost our way
And we rise again today

Here…
At the dying of the sun,
I see statues undone
They melt to take the throne, 
Yet end up all alone
At the dying of the sun,
I see statues undone
They melt to take the throne
Yet end up all alone