When we were alone, just five on our own.
Like saints in the light or ghosts in the night.

In this old room made from boards and galleons.
We were young and brazen like strong stallions.

Barely men but able to rewrite the world,
in our own image I guess that might sound absurd.

Now broken, unspoken yet things remain.

We had motions, roads and frayed cacophonies,
forged from thin air into sonic symphonies,
some make new rhythms and yet others must take flight,
but life remains an illusion inside cubical nine.

Now broken, unspoken yet things remain.

Cut away, the fire in our brains was spirit in our veins,
Cut away, we drank the whole thing dry, and left to roll the die.

Lyrics submitted by garethma

Stallions song meanings
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