Your chapters don't fit
The don't contain any scars
Let the waves come and erase this town Tear down
Let them know lies
and keep the blood away from their sight
Remove the stone from the grave
Destroy the bricks in the wall Wake up from fear and restore
Aren't you tired of being alone now
Stop changing history into rumors Fading, Dying
Its the artwork of hate
You speak of hope that don't exist Don't fear the snake
It will only destroy
We proclaim!
In the end he will burn This ain't the life we came to live
There is no hope in our sight God there is d**h in our homes
and were drowning in sin
Your chapters don't fit Fading, Dying
Its the artwork of hate
Cause you're created by nothing
Programmed to flee Winning will still be victory Frustration occupies my mind
and erase the thoughts about you
We are dying in this slum of hate