Sanoja: With Honor. Perfect Stance.

Hollowed out, empty, we've watched months erase the
Memories of years
It's not tradition, not meaningless ideals
It's a fire, fire, that draws us near

So come close, let your eyes meet mine
Try hard to deny this burning inside
Grab hold to status quo to justify
Keep telling yourself there's nothing more to life

But there's so much more than killing
Than preying on insecurity
Then getting what you want no matter who's at cost
Wake up, realize your virtue is dead

Your life conviction for vanity
But we'll take this stage
Never forgetting the days when heart meant everything
We will take the stage, holding onto the days

When heart meant everything
This time is soon to end
And all your clothes and cliques will go with it
When the dust clears, we'll see that love still stands

The love that has no shame, no fronts
No fruitless games
The love that lays life down for a friend
Your time is up