Snapcase Id/hindsight

We were those people
Created upon synthetic dreams of economic merit
But we are now the pariahs
Recreated upon the nostalgia of a future exile
An exile to an unknown home
We are your savages
The so-called uncivilized
We are the untamed
We are the pariahs
Come watch the stars with me
And so I know that it's been told that I sold my soul
Deny my solitude