We caused the death of another human Oh , and they want us to feel remorse But we're burning like the fire torches Our only answers being slamming doors
We fought the fight on the wrong side Who is to say what's right over here The streets had been torn long before war But we'd rather blame the stranger than the one near
We are the whispers of heartlessness But my dear, you don't even know true dark Our sleep has been disturbed too But we know we've made our mark