Called To Arms - Our Realism, Our Rejection Lyrics

Thoughts of war temper our ambitions
And bring us back to reality
Let the carcass stand as a joyful reminder:
Our hope was a phase

With hope’s remains plastered on the wall
We worship the fall, oh how we worship the fall
Eden was only a dream
We worship the fall, oh how we worship the fall

Horror comes to life
As we watch our dreams grow faint
I feel embarrassed for ever believing
Horror comes to life
As we watch our dreams grow faint

I won’t believe until I see
And even then I’ll say,
“My mind is playing tricks on me”
I won’t believe until I see
And even then I’ll say,
“My mind is playing tricks on me”

Is what I feel less real?
Is hope and love all fantasy?
If all that matters is only matter
Then incomplete’s my reality

Why am I here?

With shaky convictions lodged in pride
You build your fortress, run and hide
Don’t let the dreamer in
Don’t let the dreamer in!

The reality may not suit you best
We all have a stake in this
The reality may not suit you best
There’s no objectivity in this
We’ve all taken sides