Untie the knots of wasted years.
The rose is grown by released tears.
Burn the hometown. Destroy the crown.
Open the cage. Learn to let go.
In the wake of a long dispute we've grown old, we slumber.
Pa**ing time when the time pa**ed us we've grown old, and hungry, always hungry.
And though the battles between us friends have been long, we long for something more than ordinary.
This beat takes us to uncommon ground.