Imagine Dragons

There in the mist
just before the dawn
we remember the hiss
the sound of the dragon
deep within our bones


It shocks us back to the living
and gives us sense
to fight together
and make a stand

Dragons can be confused
and they don't know what they're hitting
They burn their food
torn in two
Their approach is never subtle


They do not have opposable thumbs
and cannot build bridges
Their armor is not always perfect
Gold can draw their attention

A dragon knows what from its hoard
exactly would be missing

But all that glitters is not gold
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