Is there any hatred in your heart these days?
is there any violence in your eyes?
everybody's looking for a better place,
everywhere's good one in disguise.
Someone's waging war on everything i love,
we're all in the trenchs laying low.
a friend of mine walks up to me, whispers in my ear,
"is this how you pictured it?", and i say "no."
can you beleive it? i say "no."
There'll be no more turning back
how does it feel to be attacked?
these days are mine, i want them back
Tell me do you think about yourself these days?
do you pick yourself up off the ground?
a friend of mine walks up to me, whispers in my ear,
"sometimes i think we're all joined down."
There'll be no more turning back
how does it feel to be attacked?
these days are mine, i want them back.
There'll be no more turning back
how does it feel to be attacked?
these days are ours, we want them back.