dimitry:

This is not the end, this is not the beginning

Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision

But you listen through the tone and the violent rhythm

And though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em

We say yeah / with fists flying up in the air

Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there

'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear

Until we dead it / forget it / let it all disappear