these are ruins of all that we could have been. crushed and condemned ourselves for our immaterial gain. the weapons of words shot holes through our masquerades. now what is left will remind us of every coming day all of us could have been so much more than hate. callous words and crooked smiles wreck the dreams of rebuilding what we had. bonds by memory have frayed.
this is the lament over a lost dream. this is black and white. my blood is thicker than yours. give all to stand here. i don't know what's right.
this is the lament over a lost dream. this is black and white. my blood is thicker than yours. give all to stand here. i don't know what's right.