standing here i realized you were just like me tried to make history but who's to judge the right from wrong when our guard is down i think we'll both agree. Violence breeds violence but it had to be this way. I've cut my own path you followed your wraith but maybe were the same the world is turned yet so many has burned but no one is to blame staring across this barren wasted land i feel a new life will be born from the blood stained sand.