Your chapters don't fit The don't contain any scars Let the waves come and erase this town Tear down Let them know lies And keep the blood away from their sight Remove the stone from the grave Destroy the bricks in the wall Wake up from fear and restore Aren't you tired of being alone now Stop changing history into rumors Fading, Dying Its the artwork of hate You speak of hope that don't exist Don't fear the snake It will only destroy We proclaim! In the end he will burn This ain't the life we came to live There is no hope in our sight God there is death in our homes And were drowning in sin Your chapters don't fit Fading, Dying Its the artwork of hate Cause you're created by nothing Programmed to flee Winning will still be victory Frustration occupies my mind And erase the thoughts about you We are dying in this slum of hate