Из альбома: The Deconstruction
I'm begging you now for a redress of grievance
This silence, somehow, has caused this division between us
Lay down your weapons, let loose your tongue
You've bit it down for far too long
Heal this wound, end this separation
Lay down your weapons, let loose your tongue
I know where I stand, but in the end, it's your call
These roads have never carried us home
What makes you think they will now?