The Buried Truth
What's the going price
For following the footsteps
Of those who only see in shades of white
Choose your path of hate
Make sure you do your part
It's life or death or maybe wrong from right
The ides of march become you
Supremacy once more
Walk like roman warriors of old
Six shots from your weapon
Settle your bloody score
Then run just like a rat into the cold
Criminals, call your shot
Judgement passed, make your plot
Healing hands, go on being strong
Your uphill fight is long
Take your sacred stand
Defend your sacred cause
Life through tainted eyes is all you see
Single fire trigger
But you said it got away
Eleven years and then you're walking free
Do you see the silhouette
In the window
He's looking at your sad pathetic face
He shows no expression
He lifts a steady hand
And points a ghostly finger at your face
Criminals, call your shot
Judgement passed, make your plot
Healing hands, go on being strong
Your uphill fight is long
I hear the call of many lost souls
Trying to harvest buried truth
Voiceless under the frozen winter ground
Is there nothing we can do
For following the footsteps
Of those who only see in shades of white
Choose your path of hate
Make sure you do your part
It's life or death or maybe wrong from right
The ides of march become you
Supremacy once more
Walk like roman warriors of old
Six shots from your weapon
Settle your bloody score
Then run just like a rat into the cold
Criminals, call your shot
Judgement passed, make your plot
Healing hands, go on being strong
Your uphill fight is long
Take your sacred stand
Defend your sacred cause
Life through tainted eyes is all you see
Single fire trigger
But you said it got away
Eleven years and then you're walking free
Do you see the silhouette
In the window
He's looking at your sad pathetic face
He shows no expression
He lifts a steady hand
And points a ghostly finger at your face
Criminals, call your shot
Judgement passed, make your plot
Healing hands, go on being strong
Your uphill fight is long
I hear the call of many lost souls
Trying to harvest buried truth
Voiceless under the frozen winter ground
Is there nothing we can do
Credits
Writer(s): Balvina Austin, Joshua Schwartz, Christopher Haren
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