After these years of running against their walla.my body is bruised.im bleeding.my hand is numb but kept alive ny hope.but hope for what?a f**ing revolutin?our f**ing salvation?the sun has already set on the ignorant years of my life.we watched it burn to a bitter endingin the dawn of a jaded light.now im at your daggers edge.waiting for the final curtains to fall..jokes on you mother f**er .you cant k** whats already dead.theres something left in this cold heart that tells me this aint over yet.jokes on you mother f**er.you cant k** whats already dead