Wasteland

There’s no antidote, violence is their only hope

Born into a battleground, a blood-soaked Eden

Cut throat attitude, a noise heard in an empty room

Promises of retribution, words like daggers

There’s no antidote, violence is their only hope

Born into a battleground, a blood-soaked Eden

Cut throat attitude, a noise heard in an empty room

Promises of retribution, words like daggers

This is a wasteland

This is a wasteland

Lights out

We fall into a state of mind

Our time to balance out a turning tide

Another year defending our fate

Where nothing is reliable and no one hears you pray

Why am I afraid?

As real as the blood flowing through your veins

You and me, we are the same

Could I be a waste of your time?

Oh, for the rest of my life

It feels like I’m caught in a trap

Never to find what I lack

As every limb turns to stone

Contemplating to face the unknown

I’ve gone too far to turn back

And all of your words have cut marks

Straight to the bone

Forcing cold silence

We’re stopping time

Join us in this

Our ritual sinking

Join us

Show us what we’re made for

As we’re stepping over those that aren’t able

Can’t you hear them amongst the mayhem

A generation in a crushing isolation

Could I be a waste of your time?

Oh, for the rest of my life

It feels like I’m caught in a trap

Never to find what I lack

As every limb turns to stone

Contemplating to face the unknown

I’ve gone too far to turn back

And all of your words have cut marks

This body, a wasteland

Of broken hearts and empty veins

The lessons I should learn

They have worn my will away

And I’m holding the words back

In spite of every bitter taste

Caught in the same trap

Poisoned by my mistakes and I’m doomed to this wasteland

There’s no antidote, violence is their only hope

Born into a battleground, a blood-soaked Eden

Cut throat attitude, a noise heard in an empty room

Promises of retribution, words like daggers