C4 Paroles

A nation of patriots with dirty hands
Society under siege, a swarm of gunmen with ruthless intentions
Now I don’t have the good intentions
I wore my heart on my sleeve
Not anymore, not me
Its time like these we should have swallowed the key
Stuffed the bottle sent it out to sea
In a sea of treason

Tell me, who or what give you the right to decide what defines innocent lives?
Do you feel threatened by your own kind?
Under the watch of a manmade weapon built to break and honest life
Do you feel threatened by your own kind?
What’s the drive behind your motives?
All this blood on your hands
All these lies
How many brains washed does it take to see the dollar signs?
We’re wandering the blank space
Filling the gaps of the raw truth
Truth that has yet to set me free If we carry on this way we won’t survive
If we carry on this way we won’t survive
We have to draw the line
If we carry on this way we won’t survive
We have to draw the line