A toast for our sins Our instincts drags us deeper Throwing us to the wolves The nameless were all buried long ago We are not anonymous The faceless burials are over They can see us now The fines of freedom - Redrawn Held to our curse We are not anonymous Not alone We bound to bear this cross A place for our dreams What better way to plant the seeds Of watch, reign and rule The nameless were buried long ago We are not anonymous The faceless burials are over