Stick To Your Guns No Cover
The perversion of life through gaia's eyes
As good as dead in the jaws of spite
I can't sit back as the apathy amplifies
In the darkest corners of their nightmare, I'll be a light
Count our blessings
No cover
Showered in life's warmth
The rest left to suffer
We are fortunate enough to make a choice
Count our blessings
No cover
Showed in life's warmth the rest left to suffer
We are fortunate enough to make a choice, I'll be a voice
They rest their eyes in a bed of filth and we suffer slow in a vice of guilt
I refuse to add to this violent design in the darkest corners of their nightmare
I''ll be a light
Count our blessings
No cover
Showered in life's warmth the rest to suffer
We are fortunate enough to make a choice
Count our blessings
No cover
Showered in life's warmth
The rest left to suffer
We are fortunate enough to make a choice I'll be a voice
Cast out, forsaken. Desperate. Ill fated.
Everyday the value of life spreads thinner
But in this chaos will be a hopebringer
Their trials are mine, I stand for every single walk of life
I'll fight
I'll fight for both human and nonhuman rights because I know that things are much
brighter on the other side
