it"s the same story in a balze of glory
sorry for your loss deaths always the cost
still there's no cause all causes been fought
across the board devils be busy never bored
it's ashame we still entertain the insane
with the pain we sustain still remain silent
while pushing through violence to silence
the truth being spoken in volumes like
the sound of discharged revolvers
we are evolvers sons & daughters of
mothers and fathers conected to
the same struggle we rope a dope
to break the choke hold same troubles
from that dastard bastard of a beast
still we gone speak what we feel from
this day until words are nomore