This is the balance of
What we're doing, dear
Caught up in terror
Stuck behind these doors
I hear the screaming
Pouring from your lungs
Follow the image of
Holding these hands at gunpoint

But why are we the victim of
Disgracing gravestones
Disgrace in purpose of pain

We hold these hands
We hold the truth
We hold these pages
Said it in our faces

Break
Is what I imagined you do
Burn
Is what I imagined you feel

This is the balance of
What we're doing, dear
Caught up in terror
Stuck behind these doors
I hear the screaming
Pouring from your lungs
Follow the image of
Holding these hands at gunpoint

(These hands)

I won't let go!

We hold these hands
Torn into pieces
We hold the truth
Said it in our faces
We hold these hands
We hold the truth
We hold the pieces
Said it in our faces