For every slight and sin
Now I weep and mourn
The life that could have been
For every slight and sin
Now I weep and mourn
The life that could have been
For every slight and sin
Now I weep and mourn
The life that could have been
For every slight and sin
Now I weep and mourn
The life that could have been
To chase away the demons
Of billionaire apologists
Who call your peace a treason
So as you sit and think of all
the things that have been done
The only thing not bought and sold
the warmth of the sun
To chase away the demons
Of billionaire apologists
Who call your peace a treason
So as you sit and think of all
the things that have been done
The only thing not bought and sold
the warmth of the sun
On the empty road I ride
The men I’ve fought and killed
In the mirror of my eyes
The face I don’t remember
A soul that I can’t see
Chipping away the edges
Until there’s nothing left of me
On the empty road I ride
The men I’ve fought and killed
In the mirror of my eyes
The face I don’t remember
A soul that I can’t see
Chipping away the edges
Until there’s nothing left of me