No turning back, no better way
No listening ear for you or me
Within the havoc that we see
It's what goes on inside of here
Left, right, the spectrum burns
Our lives they lie in flames
Left, right, the splinters march
Nothing but black, no sight is found
No helping hand, no dying ground
Decide for us, deny the strife
No wish for this, this isn't life
It could be you, it could be me
Even hell is sometimes a release
It could be you, it could be me
We cannot judge, we cannot see
Left, right, the spectrum burns
Our lives lie in the flames
Left, right, the splinters march