Lonely Souls

They hide themselves in a world of control and regret
That doesn’t seem to change
Stand up, cowards
I’m sick of all this poison taking over our lives
It just can’t go on
You are not our kind
Somewhere you’ll see the light
And wish that you could turn back time
Eventually down the line you are going to feel the shock of the fall
A headline of news reads
Pressured, murder
Did you ever think that you’d meet the devil?
How does this feel now?
Somewhere you’ll see the light
And wish that you could turn back time
Lonely souls will walk the line
Will walk the line
And take on what has been done
As the innocent watch with a grin of success
We are the fathers, the brothers, the gods you should love
Don’t walk away
We are the fathers, the brothers, the gods you should love
Just keep it the same