Waking Up
Is a lie just the truth uncovered and relinquished?
A passion for all young fools
Is a lie just the truth, a question left unanswered
To feed the failure of our choices.
And in my hands our blood recovered
And for our faith we're undeserved
And in my hands our blood recovered
And in your faith completely
Do we wait all this time and follow blindly hating, killing all that we survey
Do we hate all this time and let our anger lead us, lead us to our bitter end
Your wasting our time (turn the lights' out when you leave)
When everything's said and done we're dead and buried
And will this never end, I'm tired of all this walking and if this never ends, i'll walk until my feet are bleeding.