Lyrics

From the day I was born nothing was given I used to bleed just to feel alive All I wanted was to reach the sky They tried to kill my soul and bury my mind There is no God here These fists are made of blood There is no God here These fists are made of blood It feels like walking through broken glass Every time I take a step, inside your temple of lies Rise from all your sickness This blood is real, these scars run deep, it's death before dishonor This blood is real, these scars run deep, it's death before dishonor It's a sign inside us, that shelters emotions, defies oppression From the day I was born nothing was given I used to bleed just to feel alive All I wanted was to reach the sky They tried to kill my soul and bury my mind Real blood, real scars, real life Real blood, real scars, real life Real blood, real scars, real life Real blood, real scars, real life Real blood, real scars Real blood, real scars Real life