[Verse 1] We came in low above the waterline No colors on the tail, no papers signed Lake was flat like polished steel at dawn You learn to move before the truth is drawn They told us: “Hold the road and clear the route” Same words they use when maps are still in doubt A dozen flags stitched loosely in our gear None of them worth the man beside you here [Pre-Chorus] You hear the stories, gold and faith and flame But every story bleeds out just the same [Chorus] We are freight without a flag Moving weight they won’t declare If there’s meaning in the drag It was never ours to share We don’t ask what’s in the crate Or whose hands will pay the cost Just keep steady, seal the fate Count the living, count the lost [Verse 2] They say the rebels fight on borrowed will Like something hums beneath the jungle still You feel it more when silence gets too wide Like alien thought walking at your side We hit the shore where broken ferries rot A trader swore he knew what truth is not Blue stones wrapped tight in canvas, damp and cold Worth more in fear than they are worth in gold [Pre-Chorus] You tell yourself it’s just another run But something’s off in how the deals are done [Chorus] We are freight without a flag Moving weight they won’t declare If there’s meaning in the drag It was never ours to share We don’t ask what’s in the crate Or whose hands will pay the cost Just keep steady, seal the fate Count the living, count the lost [Bridge] No saints in this equation, no clean hands Just lines that shift like borders in the sand You trade your name for something hard and small A voice that doesn’t answer when you call I saw a man just stand and drop his gun Like all the fight in him had come undone No wound, no fear, just empty where it burned Tell me what kind of war is ever earned [Break] (Keep moving. No questions.) [Final Chorus] We are freight without a flag Crossing lines we can’t repair If there’s truth beneath the drag It dissolves into the air We don’t ask what’s in the crate Or whose will is being bought Just keep steady, seal the fate We are less than what we fought [Outro] Lake goes black before the rising sun Another shore, another ledger done And if there’s ghosts in what we leave behind They’ve learned by now we’re just the passing kind
