remains

and the chained man, sang in a sigh, "i feel like going home", and the dokhtar fell, holding the shell of her child, and said, "i feel like going on", while the captors boast, on how they lower your costs, the rich men gamble, at the foot of the cross, we're your careless mistakes, we're the spirits you raised, we are what remains. and one by one, they made the ants march down, down into the killing fields, and i know more than one place, where you might never come back, if you show how you really feel, but there's a brand new show, for you to watch today, so all the western eyes, can look the other way, we're your careless mistakes, we're the spirits you raised, we are what remains.