It doesn't make a difference now,
We shut our blinds to watch it fall,
We fall to the ground,
Why can't we pick ourselves up?

This is detonation, an act of justice.
Our walls are crashing down, and so they burn.
We never wished for this, and so we taste our scars.
The outcome of the past, will leave us.

We are holding onto the thinnest line, with a lifeline filled with uncertainty.
With a lifeline filled with uncertainty.

When everything seems clear,
As we come to our senses,
As we seek for light, we pray for better days.
Promises are to be broken, and life will seem unfair.

But who are we to question,
When we don't give enough?
And when all hope is lost,
Who will we look to?

It doesn't make a difference now,
We shut our blinds to watch it fall,
We fall to the ground,
Our fate lies in our hands,
Our fate lies in our hands,
Our fate lies in our hands.

Open your eyes,
Everybody has somewhere to go,
Can you find it?
Is it still inside your soul?
I've moved on,
What about you?