Standing here,
I realize
You were just like me
Trying to make history
But who's to judge
The right from wrong?
When our guard is down, I think we'll both agree
That viiiiiiiiiiiiiolence breeds viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiolence
But in the end it has to be this waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay






I've carved my own path
You followed your wrath
But maybe we're both the saaaaaaaaaaaaaaame
The world has turned, and so many have burned
But nobody is to blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame
Yet, staring across this barren, wasted land
I feel new life will be born beneath the blood-stained saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand
Beneath the blood-stained saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand