Broken Man - Made Of Hate
This is a story of man who lost his own ideas the dreams to come
His youth rebellion replaced by fear
Need to be heard misplaced with tears
I am the one who sees the truth
He is the one who seeks the truth
His house of cards is set to fail
Built on the lies the wicked game
Fighting the allies he's bound to fail
Those who despise him a twisted end
Voices in your head voices
Come take my hand
Make one small step
Leave all your fears and stop being afraid
But you will not
I know you well
So stop pretending
You let down all your friends
He wouldn't listen yet he would speak
The words don't match his lying pitch
How could the one pretend that much
To ears and hearts of carrying ones
Come take my hand
Make one small step
Leave all your fears and stop being afraid
But you will not
I know you well
So stop pretending
You let down all your friends
Come take my hand come take my hand
Make one small step make one small step
Leave all your fears and stop being afraid
But you will not
I know you well
So stop pretending
You let down all your friends
