Yeah, I'm a simp
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 violence breeds violence, and the the end it has to be this way, I've carves 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
Yet, staring across this barren, wasted land
I feel new life will be born beneath the blood-stained sand! Beneath the blood-stained sand!