Straining the Frayed

Soulless golems lumber slow... within them nothing
 Just passive and stiff
 Through wretched methods driven frantic
 Happily over the cliff
 Tell me... have you nothing inside you repulsed by the sight?
 Tell me... have you nothing that stirs you to fight?
 'Cause I'm sailing against the tide lest I drift away
 And they'll strain the frayed if only to mold us...
 Heartless carcasses ruin all around them
 With only the stench of decay
 Their harmless, armless gropings reach for nothing
 Still nothing dissuades
 Tell me... have you nothing inside that recoils at the thought?
 Tell me... have you nothing that grieves as it ought?
 And I'm swimming against the tide lest I'm washed away
 And they'll strain the frayed if only to mold us...
 To break us 'til we're numb
 Even in these halls where we walk about
 We talk about only shadows
 We never let it show that we're racked with doubt and we don't look down
 Hide all we know, our sorrow in tow...
 We hold down a sure frown each day And we're strained and frayed
 But still we will mock them in shame...
 And I'm rushing against the wind lest I'm blown away
 'cause they'll strain the frayed if only to mold us...
 To break us 'til we're numb
 Even in these halls where we walk about
 We talk about only shadows
 We never let it show that we're racked with doubt
 And we don't look down ...
 Even in these halls where we walk about
 We talk about only shadows
 We never let it show that we're racked with doubt and we don't look down
 Hide all we know, our sorrow in tow...
 We hold down a sure frown each day
 And we're strained and frayed, yes we're strained and frayed
 But still we will mock them in shame...