Have you given up on passion living day to day? You keep your dreams locked down inside And choking on a lifetime of never take a chance The wake up one
I pull my boots off, throw my weapons on the floor I cry my eyes out in my private little war Well it seems I've been a soldier heaven knows I've been
see clearly Of tragedy's lessons not learned Sleeping through classes, we'll make it up later There's still so much time left to go Misguided roses,
Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams Live my lonely worn out seam Stitches weary and the scars they leave I'm the only one deceived Please stand clear
I'm holding my last breath It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue Of the words that might escape Are ringing in my ears Grinds
Midnight in the Holy City playground for restless souls Graveyards for the sons of Fort Sumter And the ghostly daughters wait for their boys to come home
Traduzione: McCain, Edwin. Sarò 'Roses fuorviati' Album.