Outside

That Is How We Live

We hold on amid noise and lies.

From everything filling the reaches of space,
And everyone living within its embrace,
I was shaped into who I have grown to become,
And hardened by time through the years yet to come.

The system's net
Is woven like steel:
Its mesh growing smaller,
The distance concealed.

Me — and you here with me,
We create, we speak.
Me — and you here with me,
We're not rushing to fight.

That's how we live, how we live, how we live,
We call one another, each living their own way.
Family, loved ones, old friends, people we know—
The calls may be rare, but their echoes are long.

That's how we live, how we live, how we live,
We call one another, each living their own way.
Family, loved ones, old friends, people we know—
The calls may be rare, but their echoes are long.

We hold our loved ones in our minds,
Their walls give us the strength to stand.
We won't go rushing off to fight,
So ours can help them stand in turn.

Thunder and lightning,
And winds bringing change—
We don't call them;
We know: there's the cage and decay.

So tell me now,
How can I stay silent
When our brothers
Are taken away to die?

That's how we live, how we live, how we live,
We call one another, each living their own way.
Family, loved ones, old friends, people we know—
The calls may be rare, but their echoes are long.

That's how we live, how we live, how we live,
We call one another, each living their own way.
Family, loved ones, old friends, people we know—
The calls may be rare, but their echoes are long.

In the name of words that someone made up,
We build them towers meant to outlive us all.
Our silence is concrete that strengthens their walls,
And other people's blood becomes their medals.

So tell me, when they call you to serve
In the name of those words they defend,
What will you tell them, what will you tell me,
When they kill you in the end?

You — and me here with you,
We're not rushing to fight.
You — and me here with you,
At least we won't stay silent.

That's how we live, how we live, how we live,
We call one another, each living their own way.
Family, loved ones, old friends, people we know—
The calls may be rare, but their echoes are long.

That's how we live, how we live, how we live,
We call one another, each living their own way.
Family, loved ones, old friends, people we know—
The calls may be rare, but their echoes are long.