state we're in? THE SYSTEM FAILED US Government housing, concentration camps Ghetto barriers separate each class THE SYSTEM FAILED US Whoa.. Oh.. Oh.. THE SYSTEM FAILED
I control my mind I will not give myself to you again Weakness is pain Your strength is twisting me I've never felt so helpless and alone I have failed
us brave in the hour of death. Last night our saviour died. I've seen his ending flight, behind the moon he turned to light. Last night our mission failed
Don't worry, things will only move up from here ROck bottom, it can only get better A broken man with broken heart And broken dreams of being back on
Leaving so soon ? You just got here Our lives on hold. YOu just got here We're only getting older Are you hiding from something ? Are you running from
I'm getting on that plane, I'm leaving you behind No, there's nothing you can say to drag me back Not this time. Tomorrow has arrived I may have outstayed
For most of us, sedation is wearing off This hole we dig is just an open grave So self-absorbed in our own lives that it eclipses the world around us
We try. We fail. We fall in line. We try again. We never learn Just like our fathers and theirs before We try. We fail. I'll follow through. I'll follow
Kneel DOwn! want to get this over with..then stay down,avert my eyes, because if I say a word,i cut my own throat this plague contaminated everything...
I apologize, I think I have confused you With my fure of fake tears, and my self-thrown pity parties That hard road, does that story sound familiar ?
It slips away, buoyant for now It's drifting past, just out of your reach Though you swim fast, something still holds you back The current's strong, but
Villian who are you,what are you,how can you LIVE! run like a child,try to hide from the truth,did you forget you are human,life wont forgive you NEVER
You have sold my confidence Now my soul is broken You just told the perfect lie. I will not recover The perfect demon. The perfect fit The perfect reason
Broken glass and broken promise Wipe that slate clean. Why not kill that too Kill it I've suffered your silence. I've hit a brick wall I've taken my chances
There are no signs of conscience. There are no week-long waiting rooms Another one for your collection that serves a single use A line your grandfather
Rain! her ear to the door the thunder is over but this storm has just begun and these clouds will LINGER fears race through her mind,each second eternal
A simple addition to the list of ingredients Will be hand-delivered to the 25% Casualties of war they're already dead to us This is not murder just a
The fat lady's finishing. The returns are diminishing The triumph, the tragedy : a breathing dichotomy It all looks the same to me. Revisionist history