The sound injustice off the end of history,
You will see on the TV or the daily page you read,
And that's some money answer why you've been laid,
Just to get in the lock, through the side of your head,
When will the loneliness ever end?
(The luminous distress of lonely and silence)
When will the loneliness ever end?
(They ask for your truth, but they force you to silence)
There's blood on the hand, it's the children hold
There's blood on the step leading up to your home
There's blood on the wall everywhere that you go
There's blood on your fist, and you don't even know
There's blood on the hand, it's the children hold
There's blood on the step leading up to your home
There's blood on the wall everywhere that you go
There's blood on your fist, and you don't even know
Solo
This is all we know! This is all we know!
Born into the line of the bad in heaven
This is all we know! This is all we know!
Even memory don't know anything
We're all tied at the hands, there's something worth living for
We're all waste our lives, in our own damned past, engraved for more
The best of us keep warning and never stop
Till my feet gave in and the heartbeat stop
I will challenge every second,
That i am pride and i'll expect nothing more