| And the chained man | |
| Sang in a sigh | |
| 'I feel like going home' | |
| And the dokhtar fell | |
| Holding the shell of her child | |
| And said, 'I feel like going on' | |
| While the captors boast | |
| On how they lower your costs | |
| The rich men gamble | |
| At the foot of the cross | |
| We're your careless mistakes | |
| We're the spirits you raised | |
| We are what remains... | |
| And one by one | |
| They made the ants march down | |
| Down into the killing fields | |
| And I know more than one place | |
| Where you might never come back | |
| If you show how you really feel | |
| But there's a brand new show | |
| For you to watch today | |
| So all the Western eyes | |
| Can look the other way | |
| We're your careless mistakes | |
| We're the spirits you raised | |
| We are what remains... |