Bartenders Without Wings - American Standards

We’ve inherited the debt of poor decisions

At the price of life, at the price of love

And we’ve given in

To a cowards demand

Exchanging our time for distraction

While eating right out of their hands

Give us the shackles, we’ll find the wall

I want to believe that fear is only skin deep

And when staring at the beast

What’s looking back is no more than I am

Both trying to understand

I start on the other side

Try to find common ground

When hate fights hate the ugly wins

It’s a deafening sound

But we can overcome

Open hearts, open minds

Open hearts, no confines

Torn apart, dehumanized

Open hearts, open minds

I want to believe that fear is only skin deep

And when staring at the beast

What’s looking back is no more than I am

Both trying to understand

We’re all trying to understand