Beneath the sun, that's where you'll find
Beneath the sun, that's where you'll find me
And as I take back what's mine.
Please, hope don't fail me this time.
The tides, they separate me from what I am and what I know
Conscription builds
But I refuse to be an inclusion of the fakes and the clones
They won't bring me down
We're on our own
So desperately I should've known
We never get the things that are close to us
The things that are close to us
Finding out that hope still lies in desolation
Finding strength in what you thought would be in ruin
Find yourself
So now you see why the wolves are at your door
As they lie in their disguise, they await for your demise
Watch your back now, so watch your back
We'll be the ones that smite the fear into their bones
Burn, burn down the thrones that impede your happiness
As we rise up, we'll fight
Oh, how you smile at the face of your friends in need
and the ones that would keep you near
(We are, we are the cure, we are the ones who fight to keep you here)
We're on our own
So desperately I should've known
We never get the things that are close to us
Things that are close to us
So, what are we to you?
Are we the broken, the used or the damned?
We have been broken
No, we have been homeless for far too long
Artist: El Consorcio
Artist: Don Trip
Artist: Thalía