This is the balance of What we're doing, dear Caught up in terror Stuck behind these doors I hear the screaming Pouring from your lungs Follow the image of... Holding these hands at gunpoint
But why are we the victim of Disgracing gravestones Disgrace in purpose of pain
We hold these hands We hold the truth We hold these pages Said it in our faces
Break Is what I imagined you do Burn Is what I imagined you feel
This is the balance of What we're doing, dear Caught up in terror Stuck behind these doors I hear the screaming Pouring from your lungs Follow the image of... Holding these hands at gunpoint
(These hands)
I won't let go!
We hold these hands Torn into pieces We hold the truth Said it in our faces We hold these hands We hold the truth We hold the pieces Said it in our faces
