As I listen to my brother speak of the hell inside his head - I wonder if it's in me too And too often I'm thinking the same thing, my indecision is my own - But he proved me wrong These words run deeper The imperfections and differences of our skin, only mean one thing - The hell in me is the same hell in him
The dead are alive and I can't help but sit back and wonder if something is wasted, something is wasted Because you and I are fighting the same fight
We are divided, we woke from a dream where we once were united We are divided and we're kept awake hoping you can unite us
I'll walk through hell and back Cold blood streaming through my eyes I'm sick of walking in circles I'm killing myself just to prove to you I am alive
The dead are alive and I can't help but sit back and wonder if something is wasted, something is wasted Because you and I are fighting the same fight and it's time you know, I won't leave you here to fight alone
