T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E.

You won't pass on your bitter blood. I'll spend my every breath to undo the damage done.
Your mistake will be just your mistake, nothing more.
You won't tie us to your dead and sinking
We won't relive the bigotry; we won't relive the lies.

We won't relive a dead standard of old times.
The proof is in the actions of the past.
Who is the (real) enemy is the question that should be asked.
But it's impossible to change the past.

We're out for blood, for every ill-fated lie, morality's suicide.
Put a gun to your head, you're better off dead.
Better off dead.
You won't pass on your bitter blood. I'll spend my every breath to undo the damage done.

Your mistake will be just your mistake, nothing more.
You won't tie us to your dead and sinking
We won't relive the bigotry; we won't relive the lies.
We won't relive a dead standard of old times.

The proof is in the actions of the past.
Who is the (real) enemy is the question that should be asked.
But it's impossible to change the past. Let it be left in the past.
You aren't even a memory; you aren't even a memory.