Breakaway
Can you see what you've become
Hiding yourself behind a loaded gun?
You will never feel true love living in the shadow of the sun.
The hopeless now lie crawling on their knees
And who will lead with compassion in their hands?
Break, break away
Break from the past, break
From everything you know
Take, take away. Take from the dead
They are living proof
Try to breathe the smoke-filled air
Haunted by the voices of the dead
You will never win the war or wash
Away the blood that has been shed
The hopeless now lie crawling on their knees
And who will lead with compassion in their hands?
Break, break away
Break from the past
Break from everything you know.
Take, take away.
Take from the dead, they are living proof.
Break, break away.
Break from the past, break
From everything you know.
Take, take away.
Take from this life – it's the only fucking truth
To the cowards who sit back and watch
Fathers become a casualty notch:
Where are they now the truth is out?
To the mothers who grieve and cry
While their children fight back and die:
Where are they now the truth is out?
Break, break away
Break from the past, break
From everything you know.
Take, take away.
Take from the dead, they are living proof.
Break, break away.
Break from the past, break from everything you know.
Take, take away.
Take from this life – it's the only fucking truth.
This is the only fucking truth.
Hiding yourself behind a loaded gun?
You will never feel true love living in the shadow of the sun.
The hopeless now lie crawling on their knees
And who will lead with compassion in their hands?
Break, break away
Break from the past, break
From everything you know
Take, take away. Take from the dead
They are living proof
Try to breathe the smoke-filled air
Haunted by the voices of the dead
You will never win the war or wash
Away the blood that has been shed
The hopeless now lie crawling on their knees
And who will lead with compassion in their hands?
Break, break away
Break from the past
Break from everything you know.
Take, take away.
Take from the dead, they are living proof.
Break, break away.
Break from the past, break
From everything you know.
Take, take away.
Take from this life – it's the only fucking truth
To the cowards who sit back and watch
Fathers become a casualty notch:
Where are they now the truth is out?
To the mothers who grieve and cry
While their children fight back and die:
Where are they now the truth is out?
Break, break away
Break from the past, break
From everything you know.
Take, take away.
Take from the dead, they are living proof.
Break, break away.
Break from the past, break from everything you know.
Take, take away.
Take from this life – it's the only fucking truth.
This is the only fucking truth.
Credits
Writer(s): Eaven Dall, Ben James Nairne, Jake Michael Granieri Taylor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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