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This is not a race against time
Weâre fighting from the inside
Against the souls and soldiers of past lives
The remnants of an empire
We will riseâ¦tonight
We will riseâ¦alive
This is what happens when the house blows you down
This is where weâre left
Without the ears to know weâre making a sound
Just the lost anachronists
But this is not a call to resign
To our temporal confines
Pulled apart and left a sacrifice
The product of a divide
This is what happens to the ones made of stone
While the axis spins
Too rooted deep in all the places theyâve known
Now the lost anachronists
We are, we are the lost anachronists
We are, we are the lost anachronists
This is what happens when the house blows you down
The lost anachronists.
- Album:
- The Fourth Wall