There's no antidote, violence is their only hope
Born into a battleground, a blood-soaked Eden
Cut throat attitude, a noise heard in an empty room
Promises of retribution, words like daggers
There's no antidote, violence is their only hope
Born into a battleground, a blood-soaked Eden
Cut throat attitude, a noise heard in an empty room
Promises of retribution, words like daggers
This is a wasteland
This is a wasteland
Lights out
We fall into a state of mind
Our time to balance out a turning tide
Another year defending our fate
Where nothing is reliable and no one hears you pray
Why am I afraid?
As real as the blood flowing through your veins
You and me, we are the same
Could I be a waste of your time?
Oh, for the rest of my life
It feels like I'm caught in a trap
Never to find what I lack
As every limb turns to stone
Contemplating to face the unknown
I've gone too far to turn back
And all of your words have cut marks
Straight to the bone
Forcing cold silence
We're stopping time
Join us in this
Our ritual sinking
Join us
Show us what we're made for
As we're stepping over those that aren't able
Can't you hear them amongst the mayhem
A generation in a crushing isolation
Could I be a waste of your time?
Oh, for the rest of my life
It feels like I'm caught in a trap
Never to find what I lack
As every limb turns to stone
Contemplating to face the unknown
I've gone too far to turn back
And all of your words have cut marks
This body, a wasteland
Of broken hearts and empty veins
The lessons I should learn
They have worn my will away
And I'm holding the words back
In spite of every bitter taste
Caught in the same trap
Poisoned by my mistakes and I'm doomed to this wasteland
There's no antidote, violence is their only hope
Born into a battleground, a blood-soaked Eden
Cut throat attitude, a noise heard in an empty room
Promises of retribution, words like daggers
