Don't say that you're believers when you're punching in the dark While censoring receivers that would propagate the heart Are you blind to all the creatures that could lead you to the light With an open disposition and a sense of what is right
Don't say that you're a leader when there's bloodshed in your eyes In a chamber of deceivers, sending bullets through the night How I long to see a future, in a land that only cries For the beauties that we're given, and a peace that never dies
