Walking Dead On Broadway
Song of Courage
We are disorder
But we are the forces of peace
We are the healers
But we are your lethal disease
We are not puppets nor intrudors

We're the children you have born from the womb of your rule

You fed us up with a truth
That was even worse than the lies
You put the rations on shortage
While you‘re commanding your boundless desires
Solemn, definite and parental you deliver your sermons

Your mouth spills mercy on end
But your bloodstained hands give us vermin
You cannot understand us
Because you don‘t understand yourself
We have decided to let go of our fear
For can we even remember how long it locked us in here?
We are no longer afraid of your vengeance
It is just a symbol of your misunderstanding us

We're not the intrudors
We are flesh from your flesh
We are disorder
But we are the forces of peace
We are the healers
But we are your lethal disease

Go
This is not a treachery

This is a revolution
This ain't an intrigue
We just end your seclusion
Allign – this is a time of reprieve
There's more to this than we were taught to believe

In our conceit

We're not the intrudors
We are the children from your womb
Dispossessing the rulers
And their machinations of doom

There is no company
Between your and our destiny
Your calculus and reason are insanity
You have the countenance of an enemy
You can‘t understand us
You‘re misunderstanding us
Because you don't understand yourself
We are here to receive your resignment
You'll see the truth when your struggle is lost
In between privation and wealth
You do not understand yourself
Because you do not understand us
You'll see the truth when your struggle is lost

This is not a treachery
This is a revolution
This ain't an intrigue
We just end your seclusion
Allign – this is a time of reprieve

There's more to this than we were taught to believe
Those who do not move will have forgotten their chains
And take their discontent into their graves

Into their graves