. Gathering candles, but not their tongues. And too much blood has flown from the wrist, Of children shamed for those they chose to kiss. Who will rise
All we are is entertainment Caught up in our own derangement Tell us what to say and what to do All we are are pretty faces Picture perfect bottled
his clothes They pissed in his hands I told them to stop But then I joined in We beat him with guns And batons not just once But again and again
Like a new day rising Like a calm before the storm Like fog lifting from valleys On the sleeping forest floor Eyes open slowly as the dust is shaken
I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched them with our fingers In years of wet cement The days blurred into each other Though everything
of hurt that burns and burns Like fires we can?t contain We hole up in a shelter made of bones and ice and there we?ll wait So start again with steady
To the ends of this lost world You have marched and you have sworn to a tainted crown of thorns As the hungry sails unfurl We are thrusted from the shore
Even though we know, yeah, We know, Our time has almost come, We're all overdue. Can there be a place to call our own? Can there be a road that takes
isn?t what she wants the concrete calls my name again im falling thru the cracks I slip she got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground
there to break my fall (BREAK MY FALL!) And I might find the comfort to see through it all Guide me through unchartered waters Before we lose our way again
Are you happy where you are? Plan to this impending fate! We'll let the world carry our weight! It's bad brinks with every mile, But we all live in denial
Hold on slow down lets hear from the top now and tell me everything I know I've been gone for what seems like forever But I'm here now waiting To convince
Wake me up inside Tell me theres a reason Take another step To get up off me knees and, Follow the path of most resistant How ever it takes us, Whatever
Our cracking voices became part of the music. The car pressed on faster through he night. As our voices lowered, the cadence again overtook the air. Up
Before the bottom falls out Before the ground gets away Into this debt we are born a debt we try to repay and yet we blacken the sky smoke rising out
We are the children you reject and disregard These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts You can?t disown us now, we are your own flesh and
we?ve drawn the line With perfect aim, we stand back and throw Glass windows break and it?s all about to blow Lights go out as we pass the torch again
Chairs thrown and tables toppled, Hands armed with broken bottles, Standing no chance to win but, We're not runnin', we're not runnin'. There's a point
