Standing here, I realize you were 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
That violence breeds violence
But in the end it has to be this way
I've cut 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
It's tearing across this barren wasted land
I feel new life could be born beneath the blood stained sand
Beneath the blood stained sand