you were
Just like me
trying to make history.
But who's to judge
the right from wrong.
When our guard is down
I think we'll both agree.
That violence breeds violence.
But in the end it has to be this way.
I've carved my own path,
you've followed your wrath;
But maybe we're both the same.
The world has turned, and so many have burned.
But nobody is to blame.
It's staring across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life could be born beneath
The blood stained saaaaaaaaaand.