If we chase acclaim in search for... search for stature, Then our status becomes a vacuum draining. Opulence is a myth for there is no final rest. Change
, there must be more to life than to simply stay alive... to simply stay alive. We are not the same as I hope to show. There is a better way if we just
with passionless apathy. Where all lines are the same a portrait cannot be made. I need to burn inside. I need to know that you are alive. I need to
There is nothing that can be said To stop us from making mistakes When I look to myself as a source of ending pain No matter how many times before I'
The human heart is born without legs sliding back and forth and never once does it truly rest unless accompanied by death sliding back and forth even
sons of hell as before Reach out your hand Reach out your hand only to be plagued by disease While religion tries to blame what we cannot see I accept
Condemned, Condemned, Condemned, Condemned, Condemned, without given a chance to speak. Without acknowledgment theyre made less than human. Condemned
golden streets. We can represent now what will one day be complete. Simplicity is not a curse where strength is humbled and the powerless rise (and the powerless rise
We live in slavery to a past we cannot escape, and I say it's worth it to just start again... again. Weve focused so long on ideals of freedom that it
you will walk alone. For once I have stood (I have stood), no one will know, But alone I was born and alone we must go. In my convictions I've found
I see now... I see through the veil of expectation. I see now... I see that conformity is betrayal. Betrayal of those who are forgotten, yet vision alone
you will walk alone. For once I have stood (I have stood), no one will know, but alone I was born and alone we must go. In my convictions I've found
is nothing that can be said to stop us from making mistakes. When I look to myself as a source of ending pain, no matter how many times before I've failed
crave, there must be more to life than to simply stay alive... to simply stay alive. We are not the same as I hope to show. There is a better way if
: Yeah... Condemned... Condemned... Condemned... Condemned... Condemned... without given a chance to speak. Without acknowledgment they're made less
: Yeah... If we chase acclaim in search for...search for stature, then our status becomes a vacuum draining. Opulence is a myth for there is no final
: We live in slavery to a past we cannot escape, and I say it's worth it to just start again... again. We've focused so long on ideals of freedom that
