| Fragmented |
|---|
| Pushed to the edge |
| we drive, we drive a wedge |
| of hate and fear |
| don’t shed a tear |
| No one to trust |
| this life, this life’s a bust |
| this hand of greed |
| we need to feed |
| Can’t stop the bleeding |
| these wounds aren’t healing |
| who wants to live |
| for another day |
| skies are greying |
| who is praying |
| Paralysis of self injection |
| mortal coil |
| no protection |
| disagree |
| spinless sea |
| hypocracy |
| will set you free |
| in the end |
| we all bend |
| no more time |
| to change your mind |
| two by two |
| we’ll march through |
| end the end |
| you’ll die too |
| Can’t stop the bleeding |
| these wounds aren’t healing |
| who wants to live |
| for another day |
| skies are greying |
| who is praying |
