Shameless, earnest

Each soul driven by its conscience

Aren't we all the heroes in our own stories? Risen from glory?

Or are we all

Nothing more than kings who point their sword at their brother?

This is my vantage

You have yours, I'll have mine

We'll never see eye to eye

Oh, we sow the seeds of peace, not sorrow

We are the souls who pay for the war

The war of tomorrow

Fragile, broken

Human hidden in the differences

We've risen from the same ashes

Yet we were each other's matches

Oh, this is my vantage

We're standing on the same line

But you are low and I am high

This is my vantage

You have yours, I'll have mine

We'll never see eye to eye

This is my vantage (We sow the seeds of peace, not sorrow)

You have yours, I'll have mine

We'll never see eye to eye

With my vantage (We are the souls who pay for the war)

We're standing on the same line

But you are low and I am high

What separates all our minds, is none of us will ever live the same life (We pay for the war)

The war of tomorrow