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The wind
Is whispering
Some rumours
As cold as you, my fiend
As if
Conspiracies
Invited you
To take a walk with me
In this Silk Road where we've been thrown
Anomalies are sewn, inherited
It's been a while since I was around
Nothing much has changed, though
We are what we are
And what we are
Is sons
Stripped from home
To roam alone
We are what we are
And what you are
Is what you've sown
And not random words carved in a stone
I
Never wasted time
And comparisons were made
You have his temper and his eyes
The nights grew cold
And so did I
I choose to carry on apart
From vitriol and anger
(These) Words of yours
Were nails and now
Belong to your coffin
We are what we are
And what we are
Is sons
Stripped from home
To roam alone
We are what we are
And what you are
Is what you've sown
And not random words carved in a stone
We are what we are
And what we are
Is sons
Stripped from home
To roam alone
We are what we are
And What You Were
Is what you've sown
And not random words carved in a stone
We are what we are
And what we are
Is sons
Stripped from home
To roam alone
We are what we are
And what you are
Is what you've sown
And not random words carved in a stone