built a common masquerade Don?t cry if you?ve never seen the rain Go back to where your memory served and recognize the pain Don?t drink the water war will bring Or
the lines. I was born with a choice fight for freedom or fight the tours either way the fighting never ends stuck in mud in no mans land or resting
Hold tight, Geraldine, I need to say what I mean. Time's gone by for so long and I've seen all the wrongs that I've done. Since we have yelled and stomped
How do you get right with one eye closed so tight Slipping backwards, falling prey to plastic eyes? So hard to walk straight For the style has made you
Cut the line I?ve heard the rest You?ll never get me answering To the cold hand of the dying man Bred to take and to rape what the leavers left Oh come
How would we have known we would wash away. It's two solemn searching souls together to the sea. Amongst the creatures underneath the deepening. Hold
Some days we're ripped and torn away From the shore and tossed to a watery grave Set adrift in the depths of the drink in the hands of the gods we curse
We are the common not fifth and disgrace. You were no better if you saw it that way. Lock up your scapegoats, shut out the lights. Lock up your secrets
of those mountains we see, to find peace, and die up there. Do you work? Do you slave? Breaking your back every day Whether for food, or whether for pay Or
How cold can a heart become before it crumbles, or decides to stay numb? I know what it's like to feel cold, and I don't wanna die alone. Because I
Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy
