They said we’d bring you a new light
But who cares if they shut the old off?
In the colors of black and faded white
They added red like a burning tar.
And if the sound is broken in our hearts?
Do we really care if this world smothers on?
Hinding in the cavities of our faces,
Do we really want to rage to win this war?
And hide in the nights not to be a victim,
And speak our mind without a question,
Are we here safe and sound from the wolves that we’ve fed?
To tear something else apart
But now they’re not in their den
We’re scared of holding pens
They’re scared of us holding pens
Ink still is stronger than the sword.
But do we need it on our papers?
Or need it on our faces?
When Rookies are with the guns
And killing off rising Aces?
The beast we’d fed has turned his back on us
It’s grown bigger than our faces
And peace is hiding in the rust.
Red is over all the places.
They say that we’ll move on,
From the heartache and the pain.
But all the suns that set,
In the cold blood of the slain,
Will it echo ever or not?
Will it be the one of the ones we forgot?
Is it out of our hands now,
What we brought out of our heads?
Tell me how do you sleep
Backstabbed in the bloodstained beds?
Are we leaving this one off
Or running from within?
The wolves will devour all they’ve got
Are our maiden names is Sin?
Do we really care?
Is it okay, is it fair?
There goes one more down,
In the pile of the ashes.