Set Sail

There's something wrong, you can smell it in the air

Watch your back, throwing daggers with your stare

I'm taking bullets trying to keep the peace

Seems like we're the last of a dying breed

Beauty or tragedy, who get's to decide?

We will find our own way

Let the wind fill our sail

We will find our own way

The seas are rough but we will prevail

Ignite the flame and let the smoke rise

The torch keeps burning with no compromise

A rose may bloom while faith sheds a tear

The thorns draw blood and they invoke fear

Beauty or tragedy, who get's to decide?

We will find our own way

Let the wind fill our sail

We will find our own way

The seas are rough but we will prevail

We will prevail

We will find our own way

Let the wind fill our sail

We will find our own way

The seas are rough but we will prevail

We will prevail

Shed blood, not tears

Can't be stopped if time tells its tale

Shed blood, not tears

Stay the course as the wind fills our sail

Shed blood, not tears

Can't be stopped if time tells its tale

Shed blood, not tears

Stay the course as the wind fills our sail

Shed blood, not tears

Can't be stopped if time tells its tale

Shed blood, not tears

Stay the course as the wind fills our sail