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

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

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

The future isn't set in stone
Decisions past leave you alone
Betrayed us all with your own selfish greed, your greed, yeah

New soldiers now stand
At your beck [bad word]  [bad word] they're bought and paid by you

The thorns are knots around your head
Your ego cursed till you bled
You can not [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
Some day you look back and you'll wonder why
You let it all slip away, yeah

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