We are the meant to be, the sum of all that we’ve tried
A tattered history but one with nothing to hide
And our reality, stubbornly, will not be denied
We are the enemies of the empty passing of time
And all the energy that stays locked up inside
We are the reckoning, reminding what it means to be alive
Tell me what you seek out
We’ll fumble in the dark and find it
And clumsily now
We’ll get to where we get
And through our broken steps, we’ll make it
We are the broken ones, we’ll take the stones that they throw
And build a monument, so everybody will know
We cannot be undone, we will become, the lights along the road
Tell me what you seek out
We’ll fumble in the dark and find it
And clumsily now
We’ll get to where we get
And through our broken steps, we’ll make it
We will make it
We are the reckoning reminding what it means to be alive
We are the meant to be, the sum of all that we have ever tried
We are the reckoning reminding what it means to be alive
Tell me what you seek out
We’ll fumble in the dark and find it
And clumsily now
We’ll get to where we get
And through our broken steps, we’ll make it
We will make it
