Is a lie just the truth

uncovered and relinquished


a passion for all young fools


Is a lie more than truth

a question left unanswered


to feed the failure of our choices




When in my hand our blood recovered


When for our faith we're undeserved


When in my hand our blood recovered

When in your faith completely





Do we wait all this time

and follow blindly hating,


killing all that we survey


Must we hate all this time

and let our anger lead us,


lead us to our bitter end




When in my hand our blood recovered


When for our faith we're undeserved


When in my hand our blood recovered

When in your faith completely





You're wasting our time

(turn the lights out when you leave)x 6


When everything's said and done


We're dead or buried




And will this never end,


I'm tired of all this walking

And if this never ends,


I'll walk until my feet are bleeding


Until my feet are bleeding




Until my feet are