In a victim we find victory
Over that which does not forgive
In the fallen we find infamy

Amongst those wanting to relive
In the midst of the many
There's unity with the scars of death

In the minds of children
There's decay with every breath


Trying to leap,
The wind washes away the pain
Trying to bleed,

The knife separates the soul and the sane
Wanting to choke the source of your demise
You unravel the rope of disarray

Wanting to shoot the signs of your disease
You pull the triggers of those cast away