combative · tribal · restless
Someone is carrying a charged sense of political urgency — a feeling that the world is divided into sides, and that something important is being fought over, won, or lost.
We Chose Our Trenches
Verse 1
We drew the lines before we knew the cost
Painted the map in colors we can't cross
Every neighbour is a flag now, not a face
We built a wall inside a common space
Chorus
We're all so sure we're standing on the right ground
Shouting over each other, no one hearing the sound
We chose our trenches long before the war began
Now we're too deep to reach another person's hand
Verse 2
We memorized the enemies by name
Forgot the questions that were there before we came
Something real got lost beneath the noise
We traded conversation for the noise
Bridge
What are we carrying when the rally ends
What do we bring back to our homes, our friends
Is it victory, is it just the ache
Of holding tight to something that might break
Outro
We are more than what we're fighting for
We are more than what we're fighting for
Somewhere past the noise, we knew that once before
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