Awake at the bottom Of the barrels we cry out So ashamed of our tears that We blame only ourselves
That's when they win They keep us convinced To lift up our chins These playing fields are level
We all have a chance With that they dismiss The fast lanes they row What it takes, it depends on who you know
Or where you came from Whose daughter are you? Whose fortunate son? Will it so
To stick up our bones And piece from the letters How we settled the crimes
Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? (a just reparation)
Away from the towers High above the ceiling tombs Tell themselves That they've earned this
Like working hard Or playing by the rules But this is only part true A dangerous trick
Played on me and you And so like a practical joke We put on these bootstraps So hard that they broke
Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation?
And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical Will you fear these empty fairytales Or will you believe them?
And if there's a god You better pray That this sleeping giant never wakes
If we just take a step back A bigger picture we might view Perhaps the man in the gutter Is not so different from you
Come in, all of the cold Forget all that you know Because there's always been room By the fire for you, oh Come in, all of the cold
Will you believe them? Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved
Or a just reparation? And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical Will you fear these empty fairytales Or will you believe them?
Compositores: Brandon M Barnes (ASCAP), Joseph Daniel Principe (ASCAP), Timothy J Mc Ilrath (Mac Ilrath Timothy J) (ASCAP), Zachariah Joaquin Blair (ASCAP)Editores: do It To Win Music (ASCAP), Sony-ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCPublicado em 2011ECAD verificado obra #5210182 e fonograma #2342109 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM