We're the Ones

We're the ones We sow the wind and then we reap the storm We raise our glasses and throw them at the wall We dance after the last call And we're the ones who've got blood on our hands now We're the ones who've got blood on our hands now We're the ones We're the ones We part the seas and then we claim the land We drown in laughter when we're told where to stand We're born in no-man's-land Now we're the ones who've got blood on our hands now We're the ones who've got blood on our hands now Locusts, floods, leaders and gods Gravel-throated explosive duds Shivering livers screaming at dinners Affirming decisions, controlled superstitions We're the ones We're the ones We're the ones We're the ones We're the ones with the guns on our heads now