The Last Stand
Chris L., Gerrit Thomas
You were born a fighter
Pulled through all the dirt
Downcast by words
And stung where it hurts
Always misplaced
Always disgraced
Crying for help
To get you out of this place
Life is a struggle
From the cradle to the grave
Nothing will ease your pain
Nothing will raise the gain
We're never satisfied
Why should we glorify - it?!
We fight until we die
How should you understand
The meaning of peace?
How should you understand?
Born into a world
You have never learned to understand
The last stand
The last stand
We fight until we die
We fight until we die
