There's a fire on the borders and it's burning down the walls you built high. And there's a steady stream of anger and it's spilling from the coasts. A tidal wave.
Spray paint the cameras. Jam the frequency. What you kill just comes alive in me. Hoods and bandanas make not an enemy. You can't define us anyway you please.
A currency of heartache and sorrow. The air we breathe is stale with mold. To shadows we are slaves. . Digging deeper everyday. But emptiness is growing so old.
On the edges of the sharpest knives,. In the middle of the darkest nights,. Always knew that I would find you here. In a puddle of the bravest tears. I've seen enough to know it's lonely where you are.