Guest
Standing here, I realize 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 cut 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 tearing across this barren wasted land I feel new life could be born beneath the blood stained sand Beneath the blood stained sand
