(Hook) Can we get back, to a place we know? Where we can go, out and it our own (Verse 1) To crossroads, the souls are bread for the fight Against what be right, No more room here left to seen it all and done it too The last of the innocent everything that true Who are you? They lost me, was to recreate All these dead ends to stop me, yet never to break Hate filled, a lack of Where the pressures created, far too demanding Scars through the hands holding on for life To be broken down and left aint right The set of our sites, away thats us Just give it all up, faith, just be honest The strongest survive; the weak are and die And try to live from the dirt, the of the deprived Lives, youre right, its not just us We all share a hand in our own (care) (Hook) (Verse 2) not living off giving People arent equal but not our decision Possessing wisdom, is As a path to bliss, dumb luck, who we would so far, into no where To go so past, its tragically As the becomes and heir apparent to the reason A cause to action, fractions, four Pass in a year, for of recollection Am I or found, never know I havent met him when its true, might be fiction to you But to the world its the proof, sky Eyes glued on design absent, the creation Worldly penetration, where the lies Apply some concentration, in between thighs, I rise (Hook) (Outro) Away from fears, we let go Its all those tears refuse to show