Letras
They turn my words into a funeral pyre
I'd rather be an exile than a liar
But I'm not ashamed
I believe in all I say
Too scared to be afraid
As my truth will find a way
We're silver strangers
We dance around the lacerated angels
Their eyes in flames
Nothing can change us
As one we fight despite the deadly dangers
But the art remains
The art remains
A gallery of enemies all wait
To use their sixty different words for hate
So I play their game
But I will never be enslaved
In this sick dance we pray
And live to cry another day
We're silver strangers
We dance around the lacerated angels
Their eyes in flames
Nothing can change us
As one we fight despite the deadly dangers
But the art remains
The art remains
We're silver strangers
We dance around the lacerated angels
And fan the flames
And so who will save us
Justice for the lustful and the faithless
But the art remains
With hearts untrained