Wound

This strategy won't change
It's over when never do you gain
And always you win
And tragedy remains 
Though we're given every chance to change
We don't listen
Just pass the blame

Sing over decay
Blood flowing the wrong way
constant state of refusal
Now it's too late

When you're ready you will see 
The maker's always been within your hands
Destroyer at your feet

Save every resolution you never could create

When your way is the only way
You can't look at yourself and say "I was wrong"
You've got the head of the king
On the body of a pawn

The passion of a storm
The contemplation in the eye 
Of a separatist within our midst
loyalist divide

When your way is the only way
You can't look at yourself and say "I was wrong"
You've got the head of a king
On the body of a pawn

When it's not the life you want
What answers do you need
Want everything up front
Prepare to meet defeat
When it's not the life you want
What answers do you need
Want everything up front

Such turbulence
Such turbulence won't go away
Silence never stays 
Such sympathies 
Such sympathies will never fade
Some are never made
Never made

All living is all knowing
Or so you thought
But it's never been the same 

When your way is the only way
You can't look at yourself and say 'I was wrong'
You've got the head of a king
On the body of a pawn
Is this all the result of conflict 

You know that we're not all so different
We share the same space 
Or find a better place
And I'd give 
I'd give anything 
If this would all stop 
Let me walk away