Jericho Mono
Words that heal each moment's fury A message to the masses, burning The speech is so loud, but silence can be heard Without me, without you, we find ourselves alone Tell me the same lies, from the same smile, and the blame dies alone; Mono Sweet child, you've got no style; you've got no one to hear you cry; Mono, Mono Disenchanted visions, blinding, Of cinematic villains, reminding We search in vain for freedom from the lies Without me, without you, we sell ourselves as one Tell me the same lies, from the same smile, and the blame dies alone; Mono Sweet child, you've got no style; you've got no one to hear you cry; Mono Love, faith and hope aren't all we need... Love, faith and hope aren't all we need... Mono Tell me the same lies, from the same smile, and the blame dies alone; Mono Sweet child, you've got no style; you've got no one to hear you cry; Mono
