Blood and dust have changed all the colors in my mind.
Black has made me see but the truth has made me blind.

To the fears/ To the lies/ They were here/ All the time.

In your sympathetic Sunday nights, I don't belong.
'Til all the hate that lines the face of my enemy is gone.

To the fears/ To the lies/ They were here/ All the time.

The mouth of New York City talks,
spitting dust from streets to sidewalks.
Pictures soaked in gasoline,
twisting through the steel and concrete.
The smoke has cleared but I can't breathe.

The new day's a prison for the souls who've lost hope.
But I've been taught change comes to the ones who need it most.

All the fears/ All the lies/ They were here/ All the time.

The mouth of New York City talks,
spitting dust from streets to sidewalks.
Pictures soaked in gasoline,
twisting through the steel and concrete.
The smoke has cleared but I can't breathe.

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