you are just like me, trying to make history

but who's to judge, the right from wrong

when our guard is down

I think we'll both agree (both agree)

that violence breeds violence

But in the end, it has to be this way

I've carved my own path, you've followed your wrath...

but maybe we're both the same

The world has turned, and so many have burned
But nobody is to blame

Yet, staring across this barren, wasted land

I feel new life will be born,
Beneath a Blood Stained SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNND!

BENEATH THE BLOOD STAINED SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!!!!!1111!!1!!!

*Guitar riff at the end*

BUCKLE THE ♥♥♥♥ UP LITTLE DOGGY!!!!!!!!

THE HOT WIND BLOWIN' JAGGED LINES ACROSS SAND

THE CRUMBLIN' BUILDINGS IN OUR MINDS ARE ALL THAT STAND