Just (Defied) Sin

I swear they've come abandoned, but we have just begun

These limbs can hardly be considered the same as hands

Although the fingers break like branches

Our roots spread deeper by day

It will take the hands of death to remove this cause

Blinded by the prominent mindset to believe this is why they fear us

This is why we are hunted

Even as the skies close

Their footsteps can be heard to devour the day and the night

This is not our last goodbye (Goodbye!)

This is hope at it's finest (Finest!)

And no (No!) this is not our last goodbye

Not our last goodbye, not our last goodbye!

Not our last, not our last...

They are armed with the reminder of why we have come

This protection has slaughtered countless thousands

(Countless thousands)

Let's not forget who we are and where we're from

It burdens me to say that after our worst inner sufferings

Our comfort derives from self-pity and detrimentation of others