The Galley


Chris Herman

Are there no fighters left here anymore

Are we the generation we’ve been waiting for

Or are we patiently burning, waiting to be saved

Our heroes our icons have mellowed with age

Following rules that they once disobeyed

They’re now being led when they used to lead the way


Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before

Are you out there on the front lines or at home keeping score

Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate

Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create


They laid out the blueprints, they poured down a base

Concrete solutions to slow our decay

And when they are gone who the fuck’s gonna take their place

Yeah, will it be the cynics, the critics galore

The cliché, apathetic, passed out on the floor

The trusty complicit who collectively ignore


Don’t you remember when you were young

And you wanted to set the world on fire

Somewhere deep down, I know you do

And don’t you remember when we were young

How we wanted to set the world on fire

Because I still am and I still do


Make no mistake, we are not afraid

To bear the burden of repeating of what we’re thinking anyway

Let’s raise the stakes on the bet we made

Let’s decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate


Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before

And after everything we’ve seen, there may be even more

I know we’re not the only ones and we were not the first

And unapologetically we stand behind every word



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