Truth

Blood and Dust have changed all the colors in my mind; Black has made me see, But the truth has made me blind To the fears, to the lies They were here, all the time In your sympathetic sunday nights, I don't belong; Until all the hate that lines the face of my enemy is gone ... All the fear, all the lies They were here all the time The mouth of New York City talks, Spinning dust from street to sidewalks... Pictures soaked in gasoline, Twisted through the steel and concrete; The smoke has cleared but I can't breath... New day's a prison For the souls that have lost hope I've been taught that change comes To the ones that need it most All the fears, all the lies They were here all the time The mouth of New York City talks Spinning dust from street to sidewalks Pictures soaked in gasoline Twisted through the steel and concrete The smoke has cleared but I can't breath The mouth of New York City talks Spinning dust from street to sidewalks Pictures soaked in gasoline Twisted through the steel and concrete (x3) The smoke has cleared but I can't breath