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Standing here, I realize you were just like me trying to make history

But who's to judge the right from wrong

When our guard is down I think we'll both agree

That violence breeds violence

But in the end it has to be this way

I've cut my own path, you've followed your wrath; but maybe we're both the same

The world has turned, and so many have burned

But nobody is to blame

It's tearing across this barren wasted land

I feel new life could be born beneath the blood stained sand

Beneath the blood stained sand