Let the Blood Poor Out of the skies So our children can see our true corruption Let the streets ring out the screams of our filth For this is a cleansing
So this is it? I've taken everything you've thrown at me so far And through the wall of lies you've told I've obtained no scars And here I sand I feel
How do you save a world that's burning? Why do you thrive when there is no use in trying? This is the start to the end of corruption Our world is dark
Torn down Tonight my strength has been tested In a thousand pieces I lay in fear Battered and beaten the nightmare rages on Crushed by this weigh, my
it, want to keep it Searching home, searching home The time to rejoice has gone Slave of my fate, never felt hosted Too much hatred in other countries
