Letras
Whose blood was used
To craft my eyes?
A body, bruised
Among the flie
Anguish excused
By a blinding price
The real abuse
Comes from our eyes
Anyone could stand
Where you're standing right now
Looking
Onto the bridge
To say it's going nowhere is to disavow
All things
Beyond the ridge
Who started this
The artifice?
In disbelief
I see their grief
Today you're standing here
To pay, but not to care
About the other side
Their eyes are open wide
Who builds
A bridge to nowhere?
Real life
Real human nightmare
I packed my stuff
I am going to cross it
I got it all, but I'm willing to toss it
It's not a bluff
A am going to cross it
I got it all, but I'm willing to toss it