if we carry on this way we won t survive we have to draw the line a victim of your own convictions we can t let them into our minds if we carry on this way we won t survive we have to draw the line a victim of your own convictions we can t let them into our minds hype the threats but never pull the trigger a nation of patriots with dirty hands society under siege a swarm of gunmen with ruthless intentions now i don t have the good intentions i wore my heart on my sleeve not anymore not me it s times like these we should have swallowed the key stuffed the bottle sent it out to sea in a sea of treason tell me who or what gives you the right to decide what defines innocent lives do you feel threatened by your own kind under the watch of a manmade weapon built to break an honest life do you feel threatened by your own kind what s the drive behind your motives all this blood on your hands all these lies how many brains washed does it take to see the dollar signs we re wandering the blank space filling the gaps of the raw truth truth that has yet to set me free and if we try to recognize the fiction we won t be part of the picture now tell me who or what gives you the right to decide what defines innocent lives if we carry on this way we won t survive if we carry on this way we won t survive we have to draw the line if we carry on this way we won t survive we have to draw the line