Children Of Our Own Creation
Never talk to me about sincerity, my hands are shaking.
Never look to me for purity, my heart's forgotten.
It's a dead end, the path we've followed down.
It's a dead end. It's a dead end, everywhere I look around.
It's a dead end.
We're children of our own creation.
Never hope to see real sincerity, my hopes are waning.
Never disagree with false disparity, our hearts are failing.
It's a dead end, the path we've followed down.
It's a dead end.
It's a dead end, everywhere I look around.
It's a dead end.
We're children of our own creation
Writer/s: Coliseum
