We should have always known Our biggest enemy is within ourselves As a shadow Waiting to strike A lesson that well never learn As were dancing on our graves A new tomorrow Will never come The weight of the world on our shoulders A weight that we cant hold In the end The blood of our kind is on our hands The fate of the world as we know it A fate we cant ignore In the end The blood of our kind is on our hands On every side, on every frontline The enemy is holding their forts At both sides of our fences Were coming short A strength that we could never carry A gift but also a load To a mind all too ready To explode The weight of the world on our shoulders A weight that we cant hold In the end The blood of our kind is on our hands The fate of the world as we know it A fate we cant ignore In the end The blood of our kind is on our hands There will be no angels to bemoan our fate There will be no heavens door There will be no one left to bemoan what we became At the end of our line The weight of the world on our shoulders A weight that we cant hold In the end The blood of our kind is on our hands The fate of the world as we know it A fate we cant ignore In the end The blood of our kind is on our hands
weight, kind, fate, bemoan, end