For a circle, there's a lot of sides
And we're sorted by our rank and size
We're bending, as we're broken in
For the Win
Who chooses whats right
Do we lose this
Or do we stand and fight
Many faces, and still we're all the same
Assigned our places
By our dates and names
We give our voices as we're taken in
For the Win
Who chooses whats right
Do we lose this
Or do we stand and fight
For a circle, there's a lot of sides