A Bullet For Pretty Boy

We are at the end of the rope
With nowhere to run
We can blame it on ourselves x2
We are the blind x2
Scriptures have revealed the facts
Satan has a hold of us

We found a reason to believe
grasp this truth
behold the truth
we sit and wait for the worst to come
we have to claim what's ours
what's ours
what's ours

Rebuke the wicked
and break these chains
nothing can hold us down
appalled by the truth
what's a lie x2

We sit and wait for the worst to come
we have to claim what is ours
Open your heart
my words won't be hollow

My words won't be hollow x4