Torches out for revenge surely it will find them
Unforgiveness on our lips, we become the victim
Peace will never be achieved by hearts full of war
What if the blood you wish for, ends up being yours
Hollow point, is all your hate helping anything?
Why are we so surprised when strife begins to grow
You reap what you sow
Hands speak louder than your tongue
What have you done?
Hate's an anchor you're tied to
Hands speak louder than your tongue
What have you done?
Cut yourself loose
Hate's an anchor you're tied to
You are drowning, cut yourself loose
Empty words won't free the hold
Hollow point made