memories confined

this dream institutionalized

my memories confined

every word that was laid on my tongue

is going to fry

let it live. let it live

there is no savior and there is no gun

that can kill all this honor of mine

and get it done. get it done

there's no celebration

the rain comes crashing down

we're off to a deeper meaning

we are unconditionally bound

but we are. we are

the only thing that matters in the end

but these scars. these scars

are well shaped nightmares that pull us down

it's forever

i won't give in

this feeling won't be patronized

all together

we won't believe

our wish will be bastardized

there is no savior and there is no gun

that can kill all this honor of mine

and get it done. get it done

there is no savior and there is no gun

that can kill all this honor of mine

and make me run. make me run