The Ringing Of The Cell Phones In The Pockets Of The Dead letra

We keep on trying, but our hearts have limits.
We keep on breathing, but it's out of habit.
So let's face facts; can we continue on this way?
I've seen the letters come back return to sender.
We live in shadows; desperately hiding from the light that could shed truth on all the lies.
We'll shed enough tears to flood all our rivers.
We'll bleed enough red to knock down your pillars,
But nothing can take back the lives you stole.
We should have known that you couldn't understand this.
Some things mean more than the wealth that you cherish now.
We all know what we took for granted.
Let's open up our hearts, and extend our hands.
Closed minds slay ambition, and kill us in the end.
We'll set the skies on fire
Just don't forget we were born to die and be fill with regret.
You take and take and pray the dead can't talk.
The dead will talk.

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