While You Were Gone - Un American Tradition Lyrics

So label me
With the projection
Of your own past life
Hidden away
In the darkest room
At the end
Of a forgotten hall
Buried
Under the rubble
Of your own
Lies, deciet
And sexuality
All to be covered
With a mask
A mask
Of a rising church

That paints us
With the colors
Of your own
Dark clouds
Hanging over your head
As you chastize
With shaking fingers
Dripping in the blood
Of a hundred
Different men
You lead
The other way
And this lonely
Child's heart
That will never be
The same

(4x):
I will never be
The same

All our lives
We were told to be
What's right
For someone else
Unable to live as
And unable to be
The mystery known
As ourselves
As children
We stood there
Straight in a line
Waiting and watching
And hoping to find
A glimpse
Of our future
Without being
Confined

Well
Times are now changing
And soon we'll undo
The hand-cuffs
And the mind-cuffs
That held me and you
We'll never look back
Never stray
Ffrom our mission
Bringing an end
To your
Un american tradition