Burn all the empires Wake up the children Gather wounded We've got a problem Been burning every bridge we touch I'm not in control We are not in control
We've been fighting For far too long The broken little men Kept us But I love you so much with the words to say let it go But I love you so much with
busy Wake up traitor You are destroying yourself So much blood on your hands She believed every word that you said Then you cut her throat She fell to the ground Just
She is breaking down And we are watching her die All our excess is Enough to put the blood on our hands OH God what have we become Are we saints wearing
Alive at last Your words are broken machines Lay me down And I will learn not to sleep Collapse these walls We'll rebuild this dream No more lies The
