S.O.S
Go
So you left me
Left me here
Broken tortured
Blind to all the pain
I just walked away that morning
Hidden from the truth
I no longer feel the warming
The deeper nail had torn me through
Save our Sanity
Two times the grace
Two times the fear
Crushed below one minute's hand
Nothing can be done for now
Although I still believe that there still is time
But I can see that you don't care
They still don't belong
In a world that never thought
That they could be wrong
Nothing
Forcing malice
On those who are
Weaker than me
These devils eyes
Are focused on you
They bring the ache
Can you believe that one can turn
To face their fears and learn the truth
One can make the difference in this
Nothing can be done for now
Although I still believe that there still is time
But I can see that you don't care
They still don't belong
In a world that never thought
That they could be wrong
No
A toss up between good and evil
A dramatic and life altering decision
On that fateful day I was to either brand myself a bigot or a saint
I would burn that day into the molded scroll of history
And relive it
Everyday for the rest of my feeble existence
This point although moot to me
Still acts as a guideline for all those who will come after me
For generations
Break through
Examine the structure
Still can't see
Water through mud
Tragedy
Spill my own blood here
Fallen
Angels will suffer
Break through
Examine the structure
Still can't see
Water through mud
Tragedy
Spill my own blood here
Fallen
Angels will suffer
Tragedy
So you left me
Left me here
Broken tortured
Blind to all the pain
I just walked away that morning
Hidden from the truth
I no longer feel the warming
The deeper nail had torn me through
Save our Sanity
Two times the grace
Two times the fear
Crushed below one minute's hand
Nothing can be done for now
Although I still believe that there still is time
But I can see that you don't care
They still don't belong
In a world that never thought
That they could be wrong
Nothing
Forcing malice
On those who are
Weaker than me
These devils eyes
Are focused on you
They bring the ache
Can you believe that one can turn
To face their fears and learn the truth
One can make the difference in this
Nothing can be done for now
Although I still believe that there still is time
But I can see that you don't care
They still don't belong
In a world that never thought
That they could be wrong
No
A toss up between good and evil
A dramatic and life altering decision
On that fateful day I was to either brand myself a bigot or a saint
I would burn that day into the molded scroll of history
And relive it
Everyday for the rest of my feeble existence
This point although moot to me
Still acts as a guideline for all those who will come after me
For generations
Break through
Examine the structure
Still can't see
Water through mud
Tragedy
Spill my own blood here
Fallen
Angels will suffer
Break through
Examine the structure
Still can't see
Water through mud
Tragedy
Spill my own blood here
Fallen
Angels will suffer
Tragedy
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Buckley, John Alaia
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