Its so hard to shake hands holding the
knife, you ask me not to bleed-yeah right,

You pay your dues, but you pay your
whores too,

You know the prophets come and go, its
all one big show

Your tunnel vision is costing you
souls, don't matter to you, easy come, easy go

I find it hard to call this home,(
you're here but I'm alone)

This silent serenade's the same on
song (yeah)

Sometimes I wish I could just- Wake
up-Murderers-The blood is on your hands

And I'm onto you boy, Are you
scared-Are you scared-Are you scared yet'

Better pray for rain, wildfires are
setting in, burning up the crowd, eating up the sin

They held us accountable, for what
happened here, we sang our songs,

And they carried on, on through the
years-

We sang our songs they carried on, we
sang our songs as they carried on

We'll stand together- We'll die as
one