All my heroes are dead
The titan’s bones are laid to rest.
Now there’s only us carrying on in their stead.
We’re not ready we’re not worthy
I wish that they were here.

All my heroes
Are laid to rest
Can anyone ever be as great?
Can anyone ever even come close?
No one can touch those ghosts

Carry on
Carry on
Carry on
Carry on and cry

Light a candle in the dark
Keep their memories alive for all to see
Even if we can’t be the beacons they were
We can try to keep their light alive
With our weak pathetic flames
Remember what they did
Remember their names

Carry on
Carry on
Carry on
Carry on and do them proud

All my heroes are dead
We’re thrust alone into a frightening world
How can I pick up where they fell?
Such enormous shoes to fill.
How can I carry on your work?
When the loss of you makes my heart hurt
So bad I can barely see

Carry on
Carry on
Carry on
Carry on and try to find a way

Carry on
Carry on
Carry on
Carry on and try somehow

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