Lyrics
Here are the young men with the weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men, well, where have they been?
We knocked on the doors, held stock and chambered
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replayed
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen
Portrayed on the trauma in each generation
The sorrows we suffered, it never were free
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Way inside now, lost forever
But replaced the fear, the thrill of the chase
Each ritual showed up the tool for our dreams
Open then shut, then slamming our fists
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?