Flashing lights, from all the pictures taken
Free from rights, we never had not one
So step in line, on the convey of order
We cast tonight, who's your favorite son?
We can't see lost in these shadows
Coal dust, oils and fear
So at times we must still follow
The voices in the air, that say
All eyes on evil, and they feed off the sorrow
Or should we wait now, for a better tomorrow?
I own my flaws
But I refuse to let you in
And I will not fault
A generation of broken skin
You, you're not a god, no matter how large you seem
Your views are not my own
Not my American Dream
Out we reach, just one touch to heal us
30 piece, and we can have our back
Another speech, from the lips of Judas
A dark horse, all dressed in black
Eyes on evil, and they feed off the sorrow
So we can wait now, for a better tomorrow
I own my flaws
But I refuse to let you in
And I will not fault
A generation of broken skin
You, you're not a god, no matter how large you seem
Your views are not my own
Not my American Dream
So raise up your glass to the clouds
The mother of all, just touched down
Take in your vows and hold your breath
Get out alive even in death
You, you call this life, that we've been living?
I feel the pieces as they fall around us now
What is this, this world that we're building?
Never before have I wanted so far out
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