Is a lie just the truth uncovered and relinquished?

A passion for all young fools

Is a lie just the truth, a question left unanswered

to feed the failure of our choices.



And in my hands our blood recovered

And for our faith we're undeserved

And in my hands our blood recovered

And in your faith completely



Do we wait all this time and follow blindly hating, killing all that we survey

Do we hate all this time and let our anger lead us, lead us to our bitter end



Your wasting our time (turn the lights' out when you leave)

When everything's said and done we're dead and 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.