When theres nothing to believe in 
there is nothing i can lose. 
These hands of loneliness are everything [bad word] me. 
I am chained to a bar like a bird in a cage. 

In the houses of the holy we pray to god 
to destroy our enemies as we sing songs of praise and charity. 
Embraced by hopelessness and united by disillusion. 

Are we blessed or cursed that we see [bad word] their lies? 
I raise my voice to speak but still I am not heard. The leaders we elect 
they choke the [bad word] with lies cus its easier [bad word] a nation of fools. 
Thats when I close my eyes and this world just disappears. 
I raise my voice to scream but still I am not heard. 

When theres nothing to believe in 
there is nothing I can lose. 
These dark nights embrace me 
as I walk among the dead 
These hands of loneliness 
are everything that hold me 
and no matter where you stand 
you stand here with me.