Raise your hands before. Wash them when you are dead.

Let us get the facts right from the start
With all these hands tied and in the air
You have always been ready to pull the trigger.

Simple sicence tells a tale of failure wrapped up in 1950 like mentality.

With the white flag raised, you still held steady and took dead aim at easy target
Let me  make sense where there is
None to be made

Simply history wrote a story of pride
From the love they gave us.

Let yourself tell the world he was wrong
For even trying. The party knows best.
One with Strong will can never be
Meant fit their mold

Simple debate only left us a tale of lost
Love, a love that should've never been

Making friends 4 enemies.

Let's cut through all the red tape.

and settle on making friends 4 enemies.

It has been ten long years 4 this to see the light

with 7 spent wandering in the desert, drinking like it was the last drop.

and a few more living by the sea trying like hell to dry up.

this  poor boy has found something worth saying again.

they are guessing upon how giving into reality

sets one on a course for a third place finish.

after the flames grew too warm in the kitchen.

Funny how being hellbent on destiny,

can provoke you to give up on your dreams and aspirations.

let  me shake out the mystery, and ponder 

on about how i'll always end up being half the man 

after this poor boy gives away the world.

Now again let us cut down the caution

and settle on making friends for enemies.

As this story of hardship and goodtimes unfolds

like the dusty old pillow that we lay our pretty little heads on.

they ask how now we can stop the bleeding so fast.

and with the lack of proper training was it worth the weight.

we can second guess until the cows come home

about the drive to never find what we really want.

after all maybe life is better on the back burner.

So I see no humor in fate,

and how the selfish need to follow the pack.

even if it is seemingly the right thing to do.

I guess a man who never takes a knee to the world,

shall always  keep foolishly giving more than receiving.

So step through the danger,

and settle on making friends for enemies.

sorted details.

well i guess it would be juvenile for me to sit down and write some bullshit 

pop ass art song about us..

 

And how the story has been told a hundred times over

Funny how sitting here looking fifty feet up at what i thought was rock bottom,

and we have nobody to blame but ourselves, for all the the times we gave-up.

So how can we bypass the cliches and get right to the point..

we are in no shape for loving or loneliness, but we still tried to stumble through the car wreck.

And now even if the story is almost over

Humor can be found in the second round you beat him to the finish-line,

and he has no one to blame but himself, for all the times he spent dreaming

these are the lyrics i/m working for this track i/m working on via..