Risk my life, test my soul
For the bread of Christ, we pay the toll
Wasted time being lost in space
Am I dead or wanted, a ghost in this place?
Oh let the river of fire flow through
Through my unsteady hands, the darkness I brew
And take me from my own prison walls
The eyes of the blind man, through shadow they crawl
It makes my stomach turn inside out
And it tears the flesh right off from the bone
How we could turn our dreams to stone
We’re all just echoes of what we’ve done wrong
And we all die young guns,
Tell me I know
I lived so afraid,
And still we cry alone
The whispers of youth, like a dagger in time
Painting the moments where innocence rhymes
But the chords of our choices break silent and cold
We traded our passion for stories retold
The fire in our veins now a flicker, a dusk
The dreams we had shimmer, but turn into rust
We reached for the stars as they shattered like glass
Now we’re ghosts in the mirror, reflections of past
It makes my stomach turn inside out
And it tears the flesh right off from the bone
How we could turn our dreams to stone
We’re all just echoes of what we’ve done wrong
And we all die young guns,
Tell me I know
I lived so afraid,
And still we cry alone
Whispers haunt the halls of our fading glory,
The sky painted black with the weight of our story
The choices we buried, the paths left untread
Crimson rivers flow where our innocence bled
In the ashes of hope, I search for a spark
But the embers are cold, and I’m lost in the dark
It makes my stomach turn inside out
And it tears the flesh right off from the bone
How we could turn our dreams to stone
So I scream to the heavens, let the thunder roll
For the dreams turned to stone, they’ve taken their toll
Yet in the ashes, I’ll rise once again
To reclaim the lost moments, to shatter the chains
With fire in my heart, I’ll break through the night
And carve my redemption in the soft morning light.
