LYRIC

Shadows past are at your door,
To win the fight that they began before.
Drops of bloodshed stain your mind in red,
As Gods and monsters tuck us into bed.
I'm telling you now; I'm telling you here.
Oh my, I've been broken.

Our hearts and sadness turn our heads away,
To shun the anguish of the ones that died today;
Another nameless victim bites the dust,
To pacify the nation's upper crust.
I'm telling you now; I'm telling you here.

Oh my, I've been broken by the devil on horseback riding the tide;
And now, I'm just hoping that the conscience of the masses won't let it slide.
Don't let it slide.

The price of faith achieves an all-time high,
As wounded soldiers topple from the sky;
The mushroom clouds distort the light of day,
As buildings fall where little children used to play.

I'm telling you now; I'm telling you here.
Oh my, I've been broken by the devil on horseback riding the tide;
And now, I'm just hoping that the conscience of the masses won't let it slide.

Earth, below us: tumbling, falling…
God, above us: are you stalling?

Oh my, I've been broken by the devil on horseback riding the tide;
And now, I'm just hoping that the conscience of the masses won't let it slide.

Oh my.
Oh my.
Oh my.
Oh my.
Oh my.
Oh-oh-oh.
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my.

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