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 CURVED 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.