The Agonist - When The Bough Breaks текст песни

Alone she was and we face this journey alone
Helpless and weak, dependent on others' decisions and needs
But who's to say what is right?
To protect a soul or to save a life?
Is it a plague or a gift -- the ability to create in the way of the Gods?
We are instinctual artists
Atlas had nothing on what we've got
When half a race carries the weight of existence and society shuns most circumstances, reputation screams to conform and cast out anything deviating from the norm
The only way to believe your lies is to spread them far and spread them wide
Creation like a limitless universe but boundaries are what defines your size
Wake up
Remember nightmares by sharing them upon gaining consciousness
A flooded nation is soon to spoil so wave your flags west!
Equality will never be attained when blaming Eve for the sins we've gained
A fighter untilthe end -- but sympathy only kicked in once she was dead
The sacrifice of a life, or rather an exchange, instead
Pity, regret and sorrow turned to hope, but even then the newborn winds up dead
Black -- white, wrong -- right
Quite a simple hypocrisy
Since when is an accident a responsibility?
If you play God once, I can play God twice
Give me the decision and I'll handle the fight
Materialism now subsides
Tradition exists when no one has the guts to change
Someone asked me what difference One can make, one day
For we're the moss; the Earth -- the stone, so let us do as did the Tree
For silence will long be ignored, and action recognized quickly
What if?
I should have
Hindsight always haunts me
A thosand Judases could never stop me
Slings and arrows disappoint and taunt me
But I'm not wrong, and I'll sacrifice everything just because I know the way since the beginning
hindsight always haunts me, and then the bough breaks