I Make My Stand And Remain As

Beauty Walks A Razors Edge, Someday I'll Make It Mine.

All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul.

Who Am I Helping, What Am I Breaking, What Am I Giving, What Am I Taking?

Bullets Can Harm You And Death Can Disarm You, But No, You Will Not Be Deceived. Stripped Of All Virtue As You Crawl Through The Dirt, You Can Give But You Cannot Receive.

The One Who Is Not Being Born Is Dying.