We saw the dust cloud rising in the far off desert plains
And we knew this was the end
The telltale signs were present but we chose not to believe
Our betrayal's from the hands of a friend
Their shadows of derision were cast upon the ground
As we looked them in the eyes
A masquerade of colors on a medium of skin
To convolute their lies
We rolled our dice of reason, our antithesis of rage
Yet to them its all a game
Now we're refugees if nothing else in our fatherland
And they told us we're the only ones to blame
Entrenched in our belief that we've done nothing wrong
We continue preparations for a fight
But still the thought it lingers in the forefront of my mind
That maybe our enemies are right