Sangtekster:
Stick To Your Guns The Hope Division

I live in the valley by the sea Lined with the scent of orange trees. This is the place that's always loved me. I wake where the sun never sleeps, In

her heart, broken and trapped in a steel cage. She can't catch her breath as she chokes on the pain So she brings her pain to the surface of her skin. Your

out. and if just one, we are all the tired and the poor. so lift your lamp before we break down the door. - new colossus, they fall on blind eyes and your

life through western eyes. homicidal kids, the drugs and the queer they have us all living in a culture of fear and you better forget about trusting your

of hope in a world that cant, we can. in a world that hates, we understand. in a world that wont, well we've got the world by the throat we are some kind of hope

GOOD AS DEAD. - you spread your mind plague to anyone who listens i can't believe your hate has so much ambition the infection you bleed of your own volition