Thoughts into words. Words into bombs. See we're headed up north cause the rain runs through our bones, it just feels like home. So welcome to the playground of the gods. Thought long and hard but never forgot all the places we have come and gone, the people who we've loved and lost. So we raise you up. Like you raised us up. Hear the voices say, "My way." No! We took the narrow gate. Stomping on earth gods. Weaponizing our artwork. Hard work. Devotion to bring light into a broken world. But can you hear her pulse still beating? Her blood still bleeding? I hear thousands still singing and they're binding up her wounds. I truly believe that the light will always conquer the dark. Just like I truly believe that the kingdom of God exists within us all. So open your ears and unlock your mind. We prayed we wouldn't die so we could share with you these lines.