Song of Courage - Walking Dead On Broadway

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