and leave them to burn for all of our sins
twisting inside this wicked web we spin
a war waged against ourselves that we cant win
Torn from the chest and laid to rest
just save your breath because there is nothing left
as it wears thin
the tearing begins
something we cant evade
standing on our last legs
We live and we learn
burdened by the burn
in search of an innocence
that knows no return
It seems feelings fade
on our journey to the grave
seeking to be saved
from our forefathers reign
as it wears thin
the tearing begins
something we cant evade
standing on our last legs
I am, too numb to, succumb to, this anymore
I have, become too, miniscule, to watch the score
I am, the one who, was left blue, beaten and sore
I have, become you, ignored truth, another whore
