IRC-Galleria

I can hear the whispers through the doorway.
Shocking scheme.. I can't believe my ears.
So I will take a stab at liberty slowly,
No one can say a proper way fidelity.
Just like the American Dream I will die right in front of your eyes.

We are the ones that stood right here.
Where the weak would cry in fear.
We are the fallen tears on loving hands.

Now its just a matter of time,
Before I walk right into a another fight
saying baby don't you cry
I'll be alright, we'll be alright

We're tired now, we're going down.
We're tired now, we're going down.
We're tired now, we're going down.
We're tired now, we're going down.