As we bow and plow right through their needs... And in finding the reason it failed is cause i wasnt there And lowering conciousness taking in guilt because i wasnt there Its finalll The sworming life of infamy Never gave up When there gone Theyll be done And in finding the reason it failed is cause i wasnt there And lowering conciousness taking in guilt all because i wasnt there Its final Final You will never see another quite as final as purity bows. Taunt This is a question of strength Could you protect what is left Of love Of love This is a question of strength and not of love Buried alll And tried to build it from the ground Than we failed Than we failed Where were you When than we failed Than we failed again. This blood is yet our own. This is a question of strength Could you protect what is left to love