The Hits - Pure Love

I am the pale mark of a forgotten name

All these years, and it’s still the same

All the hate, and the fear, and I’m still in chains

We’re trapped in these bodies allergic to change

I feel the punishment taking it’s toll

I feel all of the hits, every single blow

And I don’t know how long I can do this alone

For the first time ever I am feeling old

We are nothing

We are allergic to change

All the hate and the fear

And we are still in chains

There won’t be an easier way

We suffer patiently to keep it this way

Like a new spark to and old flame

Every tear helps to wash it away