One: Twentyseven

Текст песни As Cities Burn - One: Twentyseven

One: Twentyseven LyricsWhen will the weak shame the strong?
And not collapse into our own arms
When?
When will we raise our flags past half-mast?
And not collapse into our own arms
But shame will keep us who we are

Shame is the anchor tied around my ankle
Shame keeps me low and close to the bottom
Where I am the least
At the bottom
Where pride has never been and never will
The swell of my chest
I stand on this
Where pride has never been and never will
The swell of my chest
I call this brave
How dare I call this love
And not bear my cross to the end
How dare I?

And how can I call this love when all that I am
Is because your love endures my back to it?
Your love endures my back to it
And your love endures my back to it
My back to it
My back to it