.

STANDING HERE

I REALIZED

YOU WERE JUST LIKE ME

TRY TO MAKE HISTORY

TRYING TO MAKE HISTORY

BUT WHOSE TO JUDGE

THE RIGHT FROM WRONG

WHEN OUR GAURD IS DOWN I THINK WE’LL BOTH AGREE

THAT VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE

BUT IN THE END IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY

I CARVED MY OWN PATH

YOU'VE FOLLOWED YOUR WRATH
BUT MAYBE WE'RE BOTH THE SAME
The world has turned, and so many have burned.
But nobody is to blame.
It's tearing across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life could be born beneath
The blood stained sand.

Oof, too late.