Woorden: Curve. Sandpit.

Are we savages
Born without hope
(Lost)
On these highways
Existing to go

Swallowed my pride
Gutted me from the inside
Left me in this pool of doubt
Now I don't think I can get out

You can laugh
'Cause you think that you're better than me

If we are the instigators
Of our times
Why do we harmonize
Then revolutionize our crimes

Down in this sandpit
Of misbegotten
(Youth)
We can show that the
the one truth

I'm just trying to do the right thing
(Escape)
To my eyes