As we bow and plow right through their needs...

And in finding the reason it failed is cause i wasnt there
And lowering conciousness taking in guilt because i wasnt there

Its finalll
The sworming life of infamy
Never gave up
When there gone
Theyll be done

And in finding the reason it failed is cause i wasnt there
And lowering conciousness taking in guilt all because i wasnt there
Its final
Final
You will never see another quite as final as purity bows.
Taunt

This is a question of strength
Could you protect what is left
Of love
Of love
This is a question of strength and not of love

Buried alll
And tried to build it from the ground
Than we failed
Than we failed
Where were you
When than we failed
Than we failed again.

This blood is yet our own.

This is a question of strength
Could you protect what is left to love