Can't change what's been done so far

Can't retrieve what's behind the wall

To find a simple cause

Fan the flames and manufacture war

They always want more

So we bite the hand and fight the fire with fire

Designed

To break this perpetual motion and to divide

Flames rose lights across the sky

To further spread the ashes in their eyes

From the other side

We shoot the shadow until it dies

They're all justified

To bite the hand that feeds only lies

Designed

To break this perpetual motion and to divide

And what has it done?

I hold a mockingbird in my hand

I hold a mockingbird in my hand

I'm going to squeeze as hard as I can