More broken, shattered, callused hands
Have built a kingdom to come
Slave yourself into a broken land
Or find a reason to run
Cause you know better than to cross that line
Find a rival to run from
Find a reason to hide
We are born with our fists held high
We are born into convenient lies
We were born with a sword to fight (so fight)
We are born with a natural law
We are born into a perfect flaw
We were born with a gun to draw
Just to know it is fake, a scam
A repressed regression from charming deception
Awakes in my hand
Aroused with the prowess of infinite solace
Cause you know better than to cross that line
Find a rival to run from find a reason to hide
Chorus
Not a million confessions could buy me
There’s not a million to sell
Birds waking the new revolution
Worms eating the walls of the well
Who stole from your memories?
Who holds all your broken dreams?
Who rose to release the thieves?
Who chose all your false beliefs?
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