Of all the foals upon the tallest hill
With aching intent to walk
Who has the salt to stand of their own will?
With no consequence at all

Fear of a unique identity

To seal in stone inclusion with the pack
Where [bad word] being one
Every move must be part of the act
And not overstep the mark

To stand alone is to be exposed
shining light in a concrete world
target sign for the legions and hordes

With fading I, the lie is born
Stealing minds from the vacant halls
Sold alive to the dominant law