Gliding on their halo
You never think for yourself
When one falls down you follow
You're life must be so hollow
But you'll learn that you're sorrow is from the wave
The targets painted on you
Compassion for the ones that hunt you
Heartless they split us in two
They walk right through you
Your soul has been shattered
They have not gone tattered
And you'll never uncover their twisted thoughts
The targets painted on you
Compassion for the ones that hunt you
When the bullet pierces you
You'll wish that youd been true
They fight for any cause
The arcs embarked we now sail hard
We live amongst not shooting stars
We want the ones who die hard
Die Hard