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.