Just (Defied) Sin

I swear they have come abandoned, but we have just begun

These limbs can hardly be considered the same as hands
Although the fingers break like branches
Our roots spread deeper by day
It will take the hands of death to remove this cause

Blinded by the prominent mindset to believe this is why they fear us
This is why we are hunted
Even as the skies close their footsteps
can be heard to devour the day and the night

This is not our last goodbye (Goodbye)
This is hope at it's finest (Finest)
And no (NO) this is not our last goodbye
Not our last goodbye, not our last goodbye
Not our last goodbye

They are armed with the reminder of why we have come
This protection has slaughtered
countless thousands (countless thousands)

Let's not forget who we are and where we're from

It burdens me to say that after our worst inner sufferings
Our comfort derives from self pity and detrimentation of others