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Song: Us - Regina Spektor

They made a statue of us
and put it on a mountaintop
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum, take photographs of fun
have fun...

There was a statue in Central Square. Not a statue really, but a memorial. It was a memorial to those who gave their lives in the Ishbal Rebellion. It was supposed to commemorate the fallen soldiers that gave their lives in the process of obliterating the Ishballans.

Family members of the fallen can always be found standing before it, searching for the name of their son or daughter, niece or nephew, aunt or uncle, mother or father. Their cameras click, they hold a piece of paper over the much sought name and rub their pencil over it so they will have something to take home with them.

they'll name a city after us
and later say it's all our fault
then they'll give us a talking to
then they'll give us a talking to
cause they've got years of experience...

They were heroes. The Heroes of the Ishbal Rebellion. Most of them viewed themselves not as heroes but as murderers. It was their names on every tongue across the country. They were celebrated, exalted, glorified. Most of them were horrified at what they had done, while civilians praised them for their actions. They were murderers.

And now times are peaceful. There is no more war, no more destruction. Now the world sees them for what they are. People who once celebrated them now call for punishment. Their names are spoken in hatred rather than in awe. They have no idea what they are talking about, but they all have their high and mighty opinions. Death is too good, too merciful for them. When really, what choice did they have?

we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious

They knew it would happen. A hero in a time of war is a murderer in a time of peace, when really, they were murderers all along. Still, it comes as a shock to most of them when the people turn on them so suddenly. There isn't a good answer to this problem. There is no good solution.

Because the people who once praised them and now want to see them dead don't really know what they're talking about. They don't know what it's like to feel the blood of innocents on your hands. They don't really know the cost of their happiness and peace.

But they think they do, and that is all that matters.

They made a statue of usThey made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare and us
The sculptor's momma sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust...