We′ll cut the bridge in half and shut them out When they call us by our name it won't be loud enough to hear over The roaring sound of what we made all on our lonesome
So desperate and loathsome Break down these wall crimes Take from my false pride Break down these wall crimes This land is not mine What role do borders play between our lives But to multiply the time until the means to realize The bridge is only in our minds, from which we′ve drifted Become the only way, love is gifted Break down these wall crimes Take from my false pride Break down these wall crimes This land is not mine
Writer(s): Isaac Bartick