We say the word "we" — how beautiful it sounds So warm and so round, so gentle, so proud But cut through the surface — the blood runs alone Your blood is not mine, and mine is my own Alliance is nothing but hunger in masks A contract between those who take what they ask I build you a bridge — to be first to cross I shake your hand firmly — to count up my loss Behind every "together" — a deal Behind every "I trust you" — a seal Behind every embrace — a blade Tell me — aren't you just as afraid? THERE IS NO "WE" There's only "I" at night There's only hunger — scream There's only blood — stay quiet "We" is an illusion A beautiful lie You build me an altar While sharpening your knife People assemble in herds out of fear They name the stampede — a family, held dear But the first who grows hungry will feast on his friend And call it devotion, a means to an end History is nothing but ledgers and blood Kings died in the arms of the women they loved Nations knelt praying while being led forth To slaughter — in the name of some sacred north Behind every "together" — a deal Behind every "I trust you" — a seal Behind every embrace — a blade Tell me — aren't you just as afraid? THERE IS NO "WE" There's only "I" at night There's only hunger — scream There's only blood — stay quiet "We" is an illusion A beautiful lie You build me an altar While sharpening your knife Adam never shared his Eden — it belonged to him Cain did not kill out of hatred — he killed out of right Every philosopher was not searching for Truth Every philosopher was searching for ground Where only he stands — and no one else in sight You love me right now — while I serve your design I trust you completely — while you serve mine Our bond is sacred — while the profit holds true Amen — we both whisper — then walk separate through THERE IS NO "WE" (Only "I"... only "I"...) There's only "I" at night (In the dark... in the silence...) There's only hunger — scream There's only blood — stay quiet "We" is an illusion A beautiful lie You build me an altar While sharpening your knife No "we"... There never was a "we"... There was only — "I" And — silence
