Verse: Everybody’s pulling weapons out, (Weapons out) Everybody’s holding fire now, (Fire now) I can feel the blood pressure rising, Sell their soul to let their light keep shining, Oh, the truth can be an ugly sound, (Ugly sound) Nobody wants to hear the sound, Wrong or right we want to be somebody, Truth be told we lead the broken blindly, Pre Chorus All this stress, taking over me, All the stress has over taken me, It’s, like heaven’s always out of reach. It’s like heavens always out of reach.
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