Do you still believe the chance of a life and a peace exists for us beyond these walls burning all illusion buried by illusion our cities bleed their secrets rebel lives still sing when the last step falls burning all illusion buried by illusion the local time falling from fire we abandoned past the past the past unwind our dirty reflections in the water rocks of white teeth at the fall line spinning tales tonight histories the days unsung but brightly shining these songs are songs are for the dead that the system forgets these words add to the voices and we're not beaten yet these truths another way to guard the light in your eyes these word building potential we get back up to rise building potential up to rise I'm so sick of feeling hollow and empty when the tv's on buried my
illusion burning my illusion clutching cold to the still air and the faded dreams of tomorrows gone burning all illusion buried all illusion this virus in our compassion has no known cure we're distracted then bought out clean and pure we are all dreaming dreaming for our eyes race under the lids hear the voice from the past to the unbroken kids these songs are for the dead that the system forgets these words add to the voices say we're not beaten yet these truths another way to guard the light in your eyes these days building potential we get back up to rise up to rise your voices sound from underground your dreams endure 'til days shall be no more