Zack's First band |
lyrics:
Burning Fight
I reach out my hand and you turn the
other way: I'm only trying to extend myself, to communicate. I
try & try there's no response from you so no I refuse to
waste my time on you. I refuse to let myself down by falsely
putting judgment on you. To make myself look higher- only to be
knocked down by the truth. I will never choose a different path:
I will never turn away from you. Your attitude is an example of
this, which has become for me a Burning Fight. Not to change
opinion of me: but to try to help you see what's right.
Sacrifice
I gave I gave and you indulged yourself and robbed from my good
will. If not you who can I trust? Who can I trust to be
fulfilled? Sacrifice. I've done more than my share. I kept you
from drowning when I couldn't swim. Now I'm skinking and you're
not there. So now I choke on every word that I said to your
pretty face. Like when I said that no one better could take your
place. Betrayal- lies: Thick in the air. And should the bottom
fall out on your life you'll turn around and I'm not there.
By A Thread
Hanging on, for my life. Holding on By A Thread Cause if I don't
try, I am gonna fall into the hatred of this world. My hands are
bleeding, this thread cuts through my veins: but it's all I've
got to hold. I hang and pray and struggle everyday to keep this
spark of sanity from growing cold. A tightrope balance : my very
life hangs By A Thread above the abyss of my despair. If I lose
my grip again: oh, if I snap. I will be lost again- a dark
relapse.
No Spiritual Surrender
Try to make me bow to you. Try to take my identity: Try to make
me just another pebble on the beach. A green mind twist the plan.
A cold hand to silence me. You reach out to grasp me, but I am
out of reach. No Spiritual Surrender No. Spiritual Surrender
Undertone
We cannot separate. We cannot cut the cord. We can't deny to
relate. More ignorance we can't afford. We can't quiet Truth. We
can't quite the Undertone. So eager to claim we could never be
the same- can't quite the Undertone. A state superstition puts
compassion in remission- can't quiet the Undertone.
Redemption
Lost at a game, so easy to play. I lost my faith. I lost my
stride how can this be. I fought so desperately. Was too afraid
to show what I had inside. But I believe in redemption. Children
of the street wander so helplessly. Who will pay for their
suffering? We have the power to set them free. Yet still we do
nothing. Sometimes I just don't know. I guess we lost our way to
go.