106 (Still the Words) - Sound of Guns

I hear, I hear the broadcast

They’re stitching our future up with their past

Heart’s beat, beat with a violence

This Lead heavy silence wont let you breathe.

Still the words dont say what you want to say,

It’s like they ricochet and the return home.

Try you’re hand with a battleplan,

Its what they understand, they’ll never learn no.

Soldier, the panic is over

Take the fight off your shoulders,

You might collapse under the load

You take the weight, they break the code

Your still young, your eyes are old

I think it’s time we hit the breaks

and fall away, fall away, fall away.

Still the words dont say what you want to say,

It’s like they ricochet and the return home.

Try you’re hand with a battleplan,

Its what they understand, they’ll never learn no,

And if we all keep storming the barricades

Just like a tidal wave thats on the run.

All thrones must fall someday,

And the ghosts who guard the palace gates,

Are there to separate and keep the gods out the gutters.

(outro)

So if we have everything

Here in our hands now,

Why is it we still keep on reaching out for more now