Woorden:
Hell Is For Heroes

Swimming with piranhas in my gut Feeding on the hand that waves good night For I am also what I have lost And I have it all except mercy So I wait in

innocent Corrupt officials craving power Organize controlled disorder Justice hiding in the corner Waiting for the final verdict Sentence passed, case is

air Diamond shaped craft above Beckons us to ascend A spectacle of light And fluorescent halogens This lingering pain, they take it away They take me away One on each arm Waiting for

stake Fire is my only friend now Empty high roads are calling, calling My defenses are slowly breaking Fuck your well-trained golden handshake All we need is space to roam All we have left is

Seven years wash up behind me And I'm wondering what the time is It's a question of perception I don't want you with hurt There's an old man in the corner

Give me some kind of hope And give me one honest lie to promote And try to think better days when you choke When blood for profit gain wins your vote

Blood red and broken by the crowd Don't let the shield that may come Twisted and tangled in this Web of tricks you spun for me No idle prayers Burn innocence

Get set for the rush, we're on the ascent Thrust ignite acceleration Pressure drop, it's only natural It draws the breath from your lung It draws the

these bones upon me Plastered and fractured And make your selection Through gaps in memory They tell their own tale Playing for time, time For all