and beaten we cannot be broken Fear of your pride, misery is soon upon us Fire... Damage, who decides what is right Who decides what is right Fear is
page before me All the damage now so clear and evident Thinking 'bout the dreaded task in store for me A bitter fear at the thought of my amends Hoping
I've got a fear of being alone Will you nurse it? I can't sew the wounds myself Silent screaming As if I had lost my breath Somewhat damaged And I want
at math and you say "Look at that!" A little kaid kicked you and I don't give a crap Forcing with the president to cry and laugh What if I did and
stuff You know what I'm saying I want thinks to be happening between me and you You know mean {Oh everything's cool and everything, but I don't know} {
to the fear of death is why The pain reminds us that we're still alive With our hopes on hold and our lack of interest exposed All hands damage our determined
Consider the damage, got nothing you can show And as you travel on the road of desperation You always wonder what your life could be And as you're going
hollow... The bullets you created, shall be used against you, by the people, All the things you buried will be excavated and re-animated Fear the future, fear
Quiet wars in minds The damage is done Wither away Death of the soul Indoctrinated in false grace Bio-machinery Mind and machinery Fear now fuels the
I was thrown against cold stairs And every day I'm afraid to come home In fear of what I might see there Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same And
free enmity And making friends from enemies And bridges for the in-between's For the highwayman on a low road The tired back with a large load The trials spanned till I found hope And
I, I hope that I can, I think that I can, I know that I can, reverse, Reverse the damage, The damage I've done to you And I, I think I found you, I know
My sixteen, locked and loaded All fear has been avoided You say the words and my weapon is drawn This one could be my last time Some people call it war
want to damage fearful regretful and now you lose your courage open up your third eye it is your inner knowledge what makes your life worth living extend your capacity and
bringing Though we are withered and beaten we cannot be broken Fear of your pride, misery is soon upon us Fire... Damage, who decides what is right Fear
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and