Stick to Your Guns Follow

From the soul of the unnamed to the devastating depths of the heads and the
hearts of the shamed*
With patience like the fury of a freight train,
I'll always have faith in the untamed.
I have FAITH IN THE UNTAMED.

No room to think when digression is fought.
Progression of thought dies and goes right out the door.
It's hard to move on when tradition is the whore that keeps your feet
nailed to the frozen floor.
Now it weighs down your mind and once again left
you deaf, dumb, and blind, but I have faith that ONE DAY
we'll have the
strength to rip out every single page.

I have faith. You'll find NO PEACE from this.
You'll still be EMPTY.
It will never end.
This tradition is downfall.
It's hard to let go when you're still holding on.

You'll still be EMPTY.
You better believe we're breaking boundaries.

A routine for the uninspired,
for the hearts that lack any fire.

I have faith.
You'll find no peace from this.
You'll still be empty.
It will never end.
This tradition is downfall.
It's hard to let go when you're still holding on.
You'll find no peace from this.
You'll still be empty.
You better believe we're breaking boundaries.

You put your thoughts in dying hands while you wade through the quicksand.

From the soul of the unnamed to the devastating depths of the heads and the
hearts of the shamed*
With patience like the fury of a freight train,