Borne of the same home and plate, we have come to the end of our once warm embrace.
Ill cut you up.
Painted for war, the poisons running its course.
Weve got a strong arm and its grasping for throats.
The lions are eating while the dove is a ghost.
Weve been drinking up all of the wine before hanging the host.
All this hate will crush us in our wave.
WE CANT STAND AGAINST OUR TIDE.
ITS AMAZING WHAT WE CAN CREATE WHEN LEAVING ALL OUR LOVE BEHIND.
WELL BE TOGETHER WASHING AWAY.
Well never give in because theres always more to win.
The death horse is marching and its wearing our face.
Pistol shots at the opera start the debate.
The choir is screaming for a blood red toast
raised to all of the future martyrs lining the coast.
All this hate will crush us in our wave.
WE CANT STAND AGAINST OUR TIDE.
ITS AMAZING WHAT WE CAN CREATE WHEN LEAVING ALL OUR LOVE BEHIND.
WELL BE TOGETHER WASHING AWAY.
Side by side here on the shore, there will always be more.
WE CANT STAND AGAINST OUR TIDE.
ITS AMAZING WHAT WE CAN CREATE WHEN LEAVING ALL OUR LOVE BEHIND.
WELL BE TOGETHER WASHING AWAY.