After these years of running against their walla.
My body is bruised.
I'm bleeding.

My hand is numb but kept alive my hope.
But hope for what?
A $#&@ing revolution?

Our $#&@ing salvation?
The sun has already set on the ignorant years of my life.
We watched it burn to a bitter ending

In the dawn of a jaded light.
Now I'm at your daggers edge.
Waiting for the final curtains to fall...

Jokes on you mother $#&@er.
You can't kill what's already dead.
There's something left in this cold heart

That tells me this ain't over yet.
Jokes on you mother $#&@er.
You can't kill what's already dead