Letras:
War Of Ages Failure

Failure to include an explanation Our lives breathe no excuse of this It's our fault if we don't amount to anything How frequently we point the blame

Failure to include an explanation Our lives breathe no excuse of this It's our fault if we don't amount to anything How frequently we point the blame

i wonder if there's any heros left Quiet is kept won't hold my breath Land of the slaves, home of the graves Of war aids, young aids, gone crazed

trial But in the failure of a drug is a man a martyr Of a system, of a conspiracy A casualty of war, against the human soul An incessant plot, to make

Till death i wonder if there's any heros left Quiet is kept won't hold my breath Land of the slaves, home of the graves Of war aids, young aids, gone