Young and naive we swallowed their lies They called us children and treated us like mice They told us who to fear but we never knew The game was staged… if we only knew What’s the cost of our victory? A few squashed bugs. We should be heroes, but that just sounds wrong, They call us monsters…and maybe they’re not wrong Turns out we were just kids all along We were the best of the best, it’s always the same We gave them our trust but were just pawns in their game The battles are won but now there is silence What good is triumph… if now there is silence? What’s the cost of our victory? A few squashed bugs. We should be heroes, but that just sounds wrong, They call us monsters…and maybe they’re not wrong Turns out we were just kids all along One small voice in my head whispers A single voice a single verse If I plant the seed it will rise instead, And speak the truth for the silent dead. We should be heroes, but that just sounds wrong, They call us monsters…and maybe they’re not wrong Turns out we were just kids all along
