Finch

Hate send out the signal
A mold of ugliness
Thrown into the fire
Brother Bleed Brother
What have you done, my son, with your desire?
I'll hold my breath until the end.
I'll pray for us to make it through
I'll hold my breath.
Love of conviction to cope the weight
of all our own mistakes
I'll open your eyes.
In the end everything,
everything dies.