Is a lie just the truth   uncovered and relinquished   a passion for all young fools   Is a lie more than truth   a question left unanswered   to feed the failure of our choices      When in my hand our blood recovered    When for our faith we're undeserved   When in my hand our blood recovered   When in your faith completely      Do we wait all this time   and follow blindly hating,   killing all that we survey   Must we hate all this time   and let our anger lead us,   lead us to our bitter end      When in my hand our blood recovered    When for our faith we're undeserved   When in my hand our blood recovered   When in your faith completely      You're wasting our time   (turn the lights out when you leave)x 6   When everything's said and done   We're dead or buried      And will this never end,   I'm tired of all this walking   And if this never ends,    I'll walk until my feet are bleeding   Until my feet are bleeding      Until my feet are