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All the sinners and the saints in this God-forsaken worldScream out to their makers, scream just to have their voices heardWe've got skin stretched over bone, we've all screamed our throats rawOur ideals won't mean shit if we can't keep balance with our faultsWe've got memories in tow, we've got baggage by our sidesFrom a time long past when we all took our pains in strideLying cheap and broken, we must lead the children homeWhere ashes of our former selves don't dictate what is right and what is wrongEverything is dead, everything is calloused and unkemptAll the books we've read have tread over the fingers that we mendBut we don't mind, we know better than to trust in anythingBut we're God-damn sure that old open wounds will stingWe must push our future forward into a world we forgot we knewMake up for mistakes, biased and untrueWe'll burn it downLeave our past with our sins, buried there in the ground From Letras Mania