Weed out the weak ones Make blankets from old skin Take the eyes from the children So we can see into their own world Don't be afraid of what comes next It's all a lie from the gods We're unafraid of what comes next But we'll carry on through the fog Dreamers still dreaming Die-rs keep dying Like a slave we hope for freedom There's fire around us Don't be afraid of what comes next It's all a lie from the gods We're unafraid of what comes next But we'll carry on through the fog Weed out the weak ones Make blankets from old skin Take the eyes from the children So we can see into their own world Don't be afraid of what comes next It's all a lie from the gods We're unafraid of what comes next But we'll carry on through the fog