The fire started long ago
The flames burned out, still embers glow
So charred and black
There's nothing left to burn, to burn

We had the same dream
Lived life to extreme
loaded gun jammed by a rose

The thorns are knots around your head
Your ego cursed you till you bled
You cannot [bad word] the dead
To me you're dead, yeah

The future is unset in stone
Decisions past leave you alone
Betrayed us all with your own selfish greed, your greed, yeah

New soldiers now say
That your beggars collect [bad word] and paid by you

The thorns are knots around your head
Your ego cursed you till you bled
You cannot [bad word] the dead
To me you're dead, yeah

We were like brothers with the world in our hands
You always have too much to say
Someday you look back and you wonder why
You let it all slip away, yeah

SOLO
 [bad word] the dead [bad word] the dead

The thorns are knots around your head
Your ego cursed you till you bled
You cannot [bad word] the dead
To me you're dead, yeah