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Text: Pro-pain. Act Of God. Burn.

falling apart at the seams

but rolling as fast as we can
we're searching for some in betweens


and answers from only a man

who promised to help us to live
and begged us to borrow our trust


I gave it with not much to give

a lie to my face was unjust




so stand in line and wait your turn
that wasn't how it was suppose to be
cause there's injustice for all to see



fan the flames and watch it burn


recklessly crushing your dreams

they leave us forever in debt

well nothin's as good as it seems


if this is as good as it gets


desperately clinging to hope
they raised us to merely exist

we pick up the pieces to cope

cause we are the last on their list



that wasn't how it was suppose to be
so stand in line and wait your turn


cause there's injustice for all to see
fan the flames and watch it burn





dry my eyes, and all fall from grace

hear my call, and take your stand
tell no lies, to my face

reject all, rise and fall