Whispers (A Call to Sincerity)

Oh, our faces were down our faces were down, on the grass for way too long our legs were fractured, but we're holding on this is a war and yet i'm sure we ain't gonna leave it to leave it unhurt we will fight with guns and roses to bring this life back to what it used be to bring our heart back to something wich seems to beat and we're back to this too proud to share a single tear we won't forget all the mistakes we've made this was nothing but a passing trend we won't forget all the promises we've made and all the fucks we've had you're so done of smiling at our lies so tired of turning round we're so done of masking our cries tired of turning round we will fight with guns and roses to make this life worth the price to live it this is gonna be a fucking bloodshed Oh, we're tearing up the skin what are you hoping for ? what are we holding on ? ask us to forget, and regret that we won't ask us to forgive, believe that we can't but who the fuck do you think we are ? there's no peace, no solace just an endless whis-per just endless rumors about ourselves about ourselves.