Is this the end of the story?
Point your body to the wind
Feel it sting like a warning
Bind your anger to the skin

My armor, well it's my aching heart
Must everything, everyone I love just fall apart
Like sandstone and salt

Wiped from our memory, what have we done?
A witness to another crime
Compulsion fed and dead inside
One truth, one question left to decide
If heroes must be vilified
Replaced by nihilists
What purpose comes from suffеring?

Collapse in shame, not in glory
Fought with all we had to win
Whеn we saw that we only
Filled the silence with nothing

Nothing lost (nothing lost) and nothing gained (nothing gained)
Fuel the vampires, feel them reigns
Resolutions binding
Weigh your worth by what you say
Wiped from our memory, what have we done?
A witness to another crime
Compulsion fed and dead inside
One truth, one question left to decide
If heroes must be vilified
Replaced by nihilists
What purpose comes from suffering?

When all we are (When all we are)
Is what we own (Is what we own)
A number hung (You're more than a number)
Above your door (Wake up as they break down the door)
A shell of what (No longer a shell)
Was once our home (What was our home)
I know you (I know what you are)
I know you (And I know who you are)
Wake up! Wake up, you're asleep at the wheel!

Wiped from our memory, what have we done?
A witness to another crime
Compulsion fed and dead inside
One truth, one question left to decide
If heroes must be vilified
Replaced by narcissists
Then what purpose comes from suffering?