Lyrics

Whoa my plight
I cave into perversions that always block the sight
And stunt my life
I gave into diversions, all that I could buy
It’s the emptiest of feelings
To the rooftop through the ceiling
Although I might’ve tried
But I believe the fable
Yet I stand here disabled
A design I sigh of mine

But what I have here to give
Demands that you should live
The world needs no more cowards
And what I can’t understand
Is how you destroy the man
When upon us is the hour

Where are those streets?
The ones that I was promised
Where are all the feasts?
And I’m crushed beneath the weight that is upon us
The threat of a defeat
You know that I can’t stand it to come up empty handed
After all the work
If it’s beautiful and haunted then go ahead and flaunt it
Before we ride the hearse

But what I have here to give
Demands that you should live
The world needs no more cowards
And what I can’t understand
Is how you destroy the man
When upon us is the hour

So sow those seeds of better deeds
The world will turn with or without us all