Steryle

After the Fall

Steryle


We broke the bonds
The chains that held us captive
Will we repeat the same mistakes?
When the moon didn't set, it only got higher
Now it's in our hands, will we set it on fire?
Why the pain? Why right now?
We should be standing proud
And be free of the anger
That takes our souls tonight
When all we do is picture
When the moon didn't set, it only got higher
Now it's in our hands, will we set it on fire?
What will we do?
We've never had a choice
We've never had a voice
Why have we broken the simple little things
That hold us still... inside our heads
What will we do when everything is broken again?
Why do we cry from our hearts?
Why can't we bleed from the soul?