All for None - Sarea

We are the voice of the few

The wearied left unspoken

We are the old and the new

The beaten and the broken

We are the sad and the scorn

The spectre in the closet

We are the unwanted born

The reaper at the doorstep

We’re the pain you feel inside

The heartless, the never ending

We’re the ones you cast aside, the restless

We are the ones on the run

The legion of the fallen

We are the second to none

The risen from the calling

Destined to fall, bringer of plague

Constantly haunted by thy game

Misunderstood, wounded and sore

Scattered and beaten down right to the core

We are the heroes of none

The soldiers of misfortune

We are the wars never won

The platoon of the tortured

We are the itch in your brain

The scratch mark in your heart

We are the perfectly sane

The ones you tear apart

We are the lost without a name

We are the outcasts, all the same