In the center of the storm, you've found your haven like a million times before, you act the craven "I am not alone", you justify it "If not for me,
What you call liberation I call oppression what you call terrorism I call hitting from below what you call information I call propaganda what you call
Tomorrow, No one knows what's coming nothing written, nothing set, nothing but nothing why is it, that you want your faith to be created by anyone but
There's a man down the street a man that I'll never meet and he's calling my name theres a world out the door that I've never seen before and it's blackened
Like the beating heart of a love left for dead it will always survive if only just in my head cuz I'm not letting go until I'm letting go despite the
