You give me the rope
And we set it alight
You give us a way out
Still we're statuesque
The life of a drone
Is not what we wish
Some say that death is harboured in the cold
Yet we are birthed in its kingship
And yearn to brave it once more
We see home
We will never look back
Advance forward and conquer
For us the torch is not lit, for the path forward is best taken blind
For us the torch is not lit, for the path forward is best taken blind
To you a trap is to us a blessing
A warning is a beckoning
The life in the crowd is your story
And ours is what we write for ourselves
So when you fall to the ground
It will be in our shadow
Even if you never stumble
Our march will rumble