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All the sinners and the saints In this god forsaken world Scream out to their maker Scream to have their voices heard We've got skin stretched over bone We've all screamed out throats raw Out ideas won't mean shit If we can't keep balance with our faults Everything is dead Everything is calloused and unkempt All the books we've read Are tread over the fingers that we mend But we don't mind, we know better than to trust in anything But we're god damn sure that old open wounds will stay We've got memories in tow We've got baggage by our side From a time long past When we all took our pains in stride Lying cheap and broken We must leave the children home Where ashes of a former self Don't dictate what is right and wrong Everything is dead Letras de cancionesEverything is calloused and unkempt All the books we've read Are tread over the fingers that we mend But we don't mind, we know better than to trust in anything But we're god damn sure that old open wounds will stay We must push our future forward Into a world we forgot we knew Make up for mistakes, biased and untrue We'll burn it down Leave our past with our sins, buried there in the ground From Letras Mania