As I walk through frozen sands. Through the flames of burning lands. My feet are torn, they're torn to strands. I will not thirst. . As I cross the raging sea.
What do you mean by beauty?. Hope you know the consequences. 'Cos beauty wounds will make us strong. With truth we'll test our old defenses. . And all my friends will make amends.
From the mountain tops down to the sunny street. A different drum is playin' a different kind of beat. It's like a mystery that never ends. I see you cryin' and I want to kill your friends.