Testo di The Program

We burn. Start over. Ashes to this soil that we fertilize We grow up form grace from rehearsals from a played out fall down. With this match I'll let myself on fire the same way, every day's routine. Like a drug to me can I possibly turn around now? This is the fallacy I've been raised on: if I pray to god will I right my wrongs? Cuz it seems I'm left here with these empty palms Nevertheless I die the same, way I can't pretend like it was ever good enough for me. These flames bring pain. They don't get easier to bare or take with each day. I only gain more suffering and devastated dreams, there are no angels here to save me. If I believe in you will you grow wings and help me fly away? Your eyes, why can't I look away. I put my faith in your eyes. And the faith dies.