There’s a line
In the sand
Disguised as stone
It’s the law of the land
All the world knows

Pick a side
Pick a side
What happens next
You don’t know
That’s up to the ghosts

That’s up to the nameless
Faceless
Heartless
The ones without eyes
That spit razors and flames
The ones who see you
As not one of them
Over the line
A scourge to their peace

Pick a side
Pick a side
Or go way out there
To that shady place
The “others” go to
The place from which
You can never return
Without some mark
To say you were there
They’ll all hate you then
On one side or another
They’ll all hate you then because you’re “something else”

Keep your head down
Don’t speak a stray sound
Or your life will be gone
Erased
And meaningless
You’ll be one of “the others”
From that shady place
Madness
Insanity
What is sanity?

Pick a side
Pick a side
Is sanity that?
To condemn
To condone
On the word of a line?
Drawn by the unknown
Drawn by the unseen
To preserve all the safety
That lies in these lines

That blindly given safety
As long as you’re good
As long as you agree
As long as you’re nameless
As long as you spit
Or hide inside

Pick a side
Pick a side
Wars are being waged
On every front
On every street

And the banners that rise
To shout “Stuff the line!”
Turn back
Turn back
When they reach the line

There’s a line
In the sand
Disguised as stone
It’s the law of the land
All the world knows
It’s the law of the land
No rebel dares to challenge
Or even overlook
And know what lies beyond