some of us weren't meant to belong.
we are hounded after by god-knows-what
trying to take us back,
return their order.
well, no refunds.
we train ourselves day after day
night after night
hoping to prove ourselves to something higher
hoping to prove we're enough.
we feel the need to validate our existence
to stare our creator's face in the eyes
and justify what we've done with our lives.
we built this place of our own up
from tooth and bone.
we chiseled out our own cheekbones
and carved our way through bodies and blood.
we came into this world from scratch
and so we built it from as well.
we were given nothing but the land that lay before us
and the phenomenons in the sky
and with them, we made history
we tore apart the land and ravaged our own
saying it was valid to do so
because it was necessary to survive
they called themselves a certain species of sorts
though they could never understand
they were the creatures themselves
that they referred to as "aliens".
they fought and tore their way into this world
and they will fight and tear their way out.
