I fight to sleep

 Can't bare but dream

 And then the whole thing starts to bleed

 Envision grief and get on your knees

 Yeah the whole thing starts to bleed

 

 Handout the children

 Into the darkness

 The fathers of sinners

 The daughters of hate

 Handout the darkness

 To all the children

 The mother of nothing

 The sons of our fate

 We are the burden

 The shame you must carry

 We are the future for now and the late

 

 Improbable impossible

 Seems insurmountable to breathe

 When worlds collide

 Like ancient history

 We spend our time in misery for you

 Awaken all but follow through