Lyrics Stripes - Old Wounds

Stripes

You can hear them shouting.
Shouting from an open window and the youth has
never felt this low
The writings on the wall that they painted read «pain is the law.
«The boys and girls can feel the beat.
The words they speak are tongue in
cheek
Learn the truth about your roots and the bloodstains on your boots
Your paradise is an old photo of strangers without a frame.
And you’re out of
view
Tattooed wrist and a lack of conscience.
Yes, it makes me sick
You wanted a war
No means to an end because it’s already ended.
The guilty lay so high and mighty
Everyone is hiding the answers, but I know how to get it
Here we are, the near and the far.
All your promises lay in a jar
We love dying for the sins of others
Tattooed wrist and a lack of conscience.
Yes, it makes me sick
Everybody knows that it always goes to show.
We shall soon cease to exist.
Rain down