ambitions

The children of the dark
All know this song by heart
It rings out the old
It doesn't free, it doesn't fold

Born out of ambition with
No ropes to climb above our high
Feet marching to a rhythm
Hearable only to our kind
And how they need us beaten down
Beaten down, down, down, down
No matter how much we bleed
Get up and give them a good smile

Who knew you'd return
To get what you deserve

The children of the dark
All know this song by heart
And it rings out the old
It doesn't free, it doesn't fold