Those are the places that I can feel.
Torn from my body, my flesh it heals.
During this riot we can cure what we are.
War is only the begining by far.
Waiting alone I can not resist.
For all I can do is hold on and subsist.
Feeling this hate I never faced.
Please don't give me a reason to stay in my place.
Don't let that blood keep on pouring.
Up so high that my nose can only bleed and bend.
Now that I've gave it all away, I don't think we have anything left but this trend.
