The Language - Hatebreed

To have the thickest skin

And still walk so tall

For years & even now

They pray to watch me fall

Their petty words & ways

Gave me the needed vision

To ignite change and give strength

To some who lost their direction

Their breath is wasted

It’s such a bitter pill to choke on

Their time is fleeting, passing

Waiting for my swan song

Tearing me down

Will never raise you any higher

Criticize, condemn, complain

The mirror show who takes the blame

The language you speak is dead

Dead

Dishonored, disgraced

The language you speak is dead

Dead

Damaged, buried

The language you speak is dead

Dead

Indifferent, forgotten

The language you speak is dead

Dead

There’s never been a war where only one side bled

Still dreaming demise

And you’ll see and you’ll see it

The lost prophesize, they believe it believe it

Goes deeper inside, if you let it you let it

Now spead of the end

And you’ll get it, you’ll get it

Tearing their wings

Will never raise you higher

You only damn yourself

You only damn yourself

Criticize, condemn, complain

The mirror show who takes the blame

The language you speak is dead

Dead

Dishonored, disgraced

The language you speak is dead

Dead

Damaged, buried

The language you speak is dead

Dead

Indifferent, forgotten

The language you speak is dead

Dead

There’s never been a war where only one side bled

When you kill trust

There is no ressurection