I`m going to tell you straight, between the struggle and the heartache.
There`s a bitter taste, the bitter taste of a better place.
We burn, we bleed, we won`t give up on our dreams.
This suffering means more to me.
We burn, we bleed, we won`t give up on our dreams.
I will put my strenght in numbers.
I`m going to tell you straight.
Between the struggle and the heartache.
There`s a bitter taste, the bitter taste of a better place.
Convincing ourselves we can see through the pain.
But I still I find hate; it heals me.
We convinced our loved ones they were never to blame,
For the promise we made.
We can sleep in our own grave, we`re alive in our own way.
For every time I live my life in regret,
I find my pride in having nothing left.
We`re all better off respecting those in the cemetery.
If you`re one of us; turn your fist to the monarchy.
I will put my strenght in numbers; this is the six.
We`ll put our strenght in numbers; this is the six.
I`m holding out for what I believe, have we given up or just gave it away?
I will take forever to love the part of this I hate.
I will get the best of us, to make the better of me.
Convincing ourselves we can see through the pain.
But I still I find hate; it heals me.
We convinced our loved ones they were never to blame,
For the promise we made.
We can sleep in our own grave, we`re alive in our own way.
For every time I live my life in regret,
I find my pride in having nothing left.
