Break the Cycle - Giants

Walking the same streets, the same old streets that we once called home

Where nothing is familiar

Ignorance fills the air, poisoned minds and poisoned bodies

All for one, nothing for all

There is no hope, no hope to break the cycle

All for one, nothing for all

There is no hope, no hope to break the cycle

There is no hope

There is no hope

There is no hope

There is no fucking hope