Wasteland

There's no antidote, violence is their only hope Born into a battleground, a blood-soaked Eden Cut throat attitude, a noise heard in an empty room Promises of retribution, words like daggers There's no antidote, violence is their only hope Born into a battleground, a blood-soaked Eden Cut throat attitude, a noise heard in an empty room Promises of retribution, words like daggers This is a wasteland This is a wasteland Lights out We fall into a state of mind Our time to balance out a turning tide Another year defending our fate Where nothing is reliable and no one hears you pray Why am I afraid? As real as the blood flowing through your veins You and me, we are the same Could I be a waste of your time? Oh, for the rest of my life It feels like I'm caught in a trap Never to find what I lack As every limb turns to stone Contemplating to face the unknown I've gone too far to turn back And all of your words have cut marks Straight to the bone Forcing cold silence We're stopping time Join us in this Our ritual sinking Join us Show us what we're made for As we're stepping over those that aren't able Can't you hear them amongst the mayhem A generation in a crushing isolation Could I be a waste of your time? Oh, for the rest of my life It feels like I'm caught in a trap Never to find what I lack As every limb turns to stone Contemplating to face the unknown I've gone too far to turn back And all of your words have cut marks This body, a wasteland Of broken hearts and empty veins The lessons I should learn They have worn my will away And I'm holding the words back In spite of every bitter taste Caught in the same trap Poisoned by my mistakes and I'm doomed to this wasteland There's no antidote, violence is their only hope Born into a battleground, a blood-soaked Eden Cut throat attitude, a noise heard in an empty room Promises of retribution, words like daggers