There is a conviction, when you believe above, absence leaks from inside, and brings you back to life again, I fear an emptiness, so I just seek the
We paint the city skylines gold With all the memories that we hold. Made with friends as close as blood But nothing will change the fact That this is
Stop, step back, I can hear, you screaming, feeding me decisions, that I can make, on my own, respect the demanded. One chance, one reality, to make
I am.
you beg for mercy when you crouch down in front of me. could you be any weaker. you? worthless being. every second you take is a waste of my time.
I remember that day, when I tried to patch your pain with faith, and you betrayed me and our family, was it easy for you to walk away? Full speed ahead
They all caved in, I kept my own plan, to rise above the rest and start my own crowd, these are my friends, and what we stand for, is strength to break
Why? You change yourself Into something different for no one Else's but the whole world's expectations You dug yourself Real deep this time So lose the
Stand up for what you believe, this is the future, stand up for what you believe, this is the future, in your hands. This is our anthem, we step this
Along it's weighed out for you, It's weighed too much for you. Too many years. Take this to heart now, Consider this your warning You'll die Never more
Dying, world. Termination of sinless victims, freedom is abused by man, how many times must we tell ourselves, to stand for what we created. Yesterday
The hooded scoundrels await their death. We are of those chosen few. They bare the marks of the sin. They're nothing like us but they try to destroy
You are a dreamer, placing the stars, between your fingers, never give in to those, who think dreaming should stop. Barricade our minds from the enemy
Show your face, Pull down the sheets Engulfed in confliction, Once again. The gold curtain, Is no longer, Considered a shelter. The gold curtain,
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Show your face, Pull down the sheets Engulfed in confliction, Once again. The gold curtain, Is no longer, Considered a shelter. The gold curtain, Is
the die is shaken, now the die must fall There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all Not with all Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July