And I can't go on without your love,

[Zachary Mark Flaherty]

Alone at last, we can sit and fight.


And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,


But stay right here we can change our plight.


We're storming through this despite what's right.


With knives and pens we made our plight.


Lay your heart down the ends in sight.


Conscience begs for you to do what's right.


Everyday it's still the same dull knife,


Stab it through and justify your pride


One final fight, for this tonight.


With knives and pens we made our plight


Woah...