I don’t know it’s right or wrong
It’s the beginning of an end
In the war I’ve already lost

Did we died and wake up in hell?
No one knows nobody can tell
Can we trust upon a brother or each other?

Calling a mole of the rage
That burns inside looking for blood
In borrowed feathers

I can see the reasons why
I can barely stay awake
And they say that there is a God

Who are you to tell me to fight?
I prefer to be buried in white
Can we trust upon a brother or each other?

Calling a mole of the rage
That burns inside looking for blood
In borrowed feathers

Calling a mole of the rage
That burns inside
Canning the mole of the rage
That burns inside looking for blood
In borrowed feathers

Calling a mole of the rage
That burns inside looking for blood
In borrowed feathers