Basement Warfare

Everyone I’ve met and known from different backgrounds, different homes
All related to the same vague ache that as they age just seems to grow
Different faces, different names, but that dull pain remains the same
All in fear, and all equally unclear of where it’s from or who’s to blame

Hey, yeah!

We all wear our hearts right on our arms
It’s a history many of us share, yet still a mystery how we all bear these faults of ours, these battle-scars, and worse

And it’s universal, I know, but it’s universal…
And so as thought we had no choice, we rose as one all in once voice
And made a language for our anguish, and, for the first time, we could rejoice

In knowing that, though no one’s spared, it only further proves that there
Are helping hands and those who understand and, in their understanding, care

Hey, yeah!

We are those in doubt
We scream and shout
A song that’s gone too long unsung that rings out at the top of our lungs
An offering to offer hope to those who still struggle to cope
And to make it known they needn’t struggle on their own

And it’s universal, I know, but it’s universal to feel as though you deal with it alone

So this is our way of leaving on a light
For all those yet lost and those left behind
Because we know the road home can be so unkind
But that’s where we’ll be waiting, where you can always find
Our open arms, ears, hearts, and minds

Hey, yeah!

Fighting for our lives by basement light
And this war isn’t only mine
No, it’s ours to fight, ours to define
So if the weight’s too much to bear
Why not go where the weight is shared
It’s just a short walk down the stairs
And maybe we’ll meet there