The pain from our broken dreams 
won't heal by themselves 
cause we keep our lips wet 
by drinking water from poisoned wells. 
Like we're not ready to take the fight.

This is the endless game we play, 
We will never be,
We will never be, 
Never be victorious,
victorious!

The whispers we that hear 
comes from a split tongue.
We are going to bed knowing that 
this will be another sleepless night.

And you've played all your cards, 
Now it's time for us to act.