Album: Iconoclasm
We've all spent our lives crawling and struggling just to stay afloat
Scraping our knees on the ocean flood and filling our lungs with salt
Without a soul for miles, there is no one to save me from this black water
It's the epidemic we face as kids with no mothers and no fathers
This generation has grown up without a place to call home, with no one to look up to,
And no voice to call our ownWe have to understand this before it gets out of control
We'll have to scrape our knees some more, to get you out of this hole
But the saddest day is when I found out who you really were:
You no longer wanted your voice to be heard
And to think I looked up to you as I took your hand,
Because left in your place was a far weaker man
# | Top 5 The Effort |
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1 | The Effort - Steps Ahead |
2 | The Effort - My Declaration |
3 | The Effort - The Price Of Medication |
4 | The Effort - Tips And Directions |
5 | The Effort - Black Sheep |