A tribal speech contains
It's own division
Where the trenches go deep
In no man's land, one must decide
Black or white
Keep the eyes closed
And stand at attention
Then, return the battlecry

Could I hold my breath?

Call of my own
The divide is
Making these cells
We carry with us
Tear away these guns
Lay em down I trust

And let it be light
For tomorrow
Let it be done
For a city to come
Till the day is won
With a flag for none

Disguise all these words
With good intentions
The claim that this fight
It cannot be won
With a bullet's speed
To claim a fight
Still ignites those
To their defenses
It's a race to the sea

Could I hold my breath?

Call of my own
The divide is
Making these cells
We carry with us
Tear away these guns
Lay em down I trust

And let it be light
For tomorrow
Let it be done
For a city to come
Till the day is won
With a flag for none

Calling all those
Where the fight is looking for hell
Could we be for all to live in this
Age of collateral violence

Every night is a martyr
Covered in shells
May we go beyond
Our shame of sin
Train these eyes to see a heart again

Could I hold my breath?

Call of my own
The divide is
Making these cells
We carry with us
Tear away these guns
Lay em down I trust

And let it be light
For tomorrow
Let it be done
For a city to come
Till the day is won
With a flag for none

Calling all those
Where the fight is looking for hell
Could we be for all to live in this
Age of collateral violence

Every night is a martyr
Covered in shells
May we go beyond
Our shame of sin
Train these eyes to see a heart again