Standing here, I realize you were just like me trying to make history

But who's to judge the right from wrong


When your guard is down I think we'll both agree


That violence breeds violence

But in the end it has to be this way


I've cut my own path, you've followed your wrath;


but maybe we're both the same

The world has turned, and so many have burned


But nobody is to blame


It's tearing across this barren wasted land

I feel new life could be born beneath the blood stained sand


Beneath the blood stained sand