Know the sin, disengage within Turn
over and play the cards we've dealt, as
another day is sentenced to death Rise
above or become a hopeless survivour
treading water for the slaughter
No debate, our past is made Once again
second rate will fade Second rate will
fade
Consumed and controlled, by hurt and
hardship don't let another day be
sentenced to death
Cos we're cut out, cut to doubt We may
try to cut out what we feel Though we're
cut to doubt what is real, we feel
Renew from restraint, condemned by
complaint, cos fate's a fine dotted line
Cos we may try to cutout what is real
I won't let my doubt control the way I
feel We may try, to cut out what we feel
thought it is real Cut out our doubt