C4 (feat. David Stephens)

If we carry on this way we won’t survive.
We have to draw the line.
victim of your own convictions.
We can’t let them into our minds.
If we carry on this way we won’t survive.
We have to draw the line.
victim of your own convictions.
We can’t let them into our minds.
Hype the threats but never pull the trigger.
nation of patriots with dirty hands.
Society under siege, a swarm of gunmen with ruthless intentions.
I wore my heart on my sleeve.
Not any more, not me.
It's times like these we should have swallowed the key.
Stuffed the bottle, sent it out to sea.
In a sea on treason.
Tell me, who or what gives you the right to decide what defines innocent lives?
Do you feel threatened by your own kind?
Under the wrath of a man made weapon built to break an honest life.
Do you feel threatened by your own kind?
What’s the drive behind your motives?
All this blood on your hands.
All these lies.
How many brains washed does it take, to see the dollar signs?
We’re wandering the blank space.
Filling the gaps of the raw truth; truth that has yet to set me free.
And if we try to recognize the fiction we won’t be part of the picture.
Now tell me, who or what gives you the right to decide what defines innocent lives?
If we carry on this way we won’t survive.
If we carry on this way we won’t survive.
We have to draw the line.
If we carry on this way we won’t survive.
We have to draw the line.