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If we carry on this way we won’t survive

We have to draw the line

A victim of your own convictions

We can’t let them in to our minds



Hype the threats but never pull the trigger

A nation of patriots with dirty hands

Society under siege, a swarm of gunmen with ruthless intentions

Now I don’t have the good intentions

I wore my heart on my sleeve

Not anymore, not me

Its time like these we should have swallowed the key

Stuffed the bottle sent it out to sea

In a sea of treason



Tell me, who or what give you the right to decide what defines innocent lives?

Do you feel threatened by your own kind?

Under the watch of a manmade weapon built to break and honest life

Do you feel threatened by your own kind?

What’s the drive behind your motives?

All this blood on your hands

All these lies

How many brains washed does it take to see the dollar signs?

We’re wandering the blank space

Filling the gaps of the raw truth

Truth that has yet to set me free

And if we try to recognize the fiction

We won’t be part of the picture now



Tell me, who or what give you the right to decide what defines innocent lives?

If we carry on this way we won’t survive

If we carry on this way we won’t survive

We have to draw the line

If we carry on this way we won’t survive

We have to draw the line