Reach

Duration

3:18

Genres

Metal

Description

Lyrics

Nine years and counting and things still haven’t changed Making amends is hardest thing An imperfect plan the fight against ourselves Give everything up and become the archetypes of suffering Of suffering I got the scars to prove it that I am not alone It seems like were loosing grip and swallowing fear So much that it jammed our throats Preventing the sound for the forthcoming of liberty Begging for security, that I’ll know will never come Searching for Truth rather than conspiracies As the months go by it gets harder to imagine we are out of harm's way Out of harm's way Constantly guided down the path of catastrophe For what the tyrants laid out for us I dont want to feel like this The sovereignty of our mind I can breathe again Pull the knives out of my back Pull the knives out of our back Pull the knives out of my back