Texty: SR-71. Tomorrow. Truth.

Blood and dust have changed
All the colors in my mind
Black has made me see
But the truth has made me blind

To the fears
To the lies
They were here
All the time

In your sympathetic Sunday nights
I don't belong
'Til all the hate that lines the face
Of my enemy is gone

All the fears
All the lies
They were here
All the time

The mouth of New York City talks
Spitting dust from streets to sidewalks

Pictures soaked in gasoline
Twisting through the steel and concrete

The smoke has cleared but I can't breathe

The new day's a prison
For the souls who've lost hope
But I've been taught change
Comes to the one's who need it most

All the fears
All the lies
They were here
All the time

The mouth of New York City talks
Spitting dust from streets to sidewalks

Pictures soaked in gasoline
Twisting through the steel and concrete

The smoke has cleared but I can't breathe

The mouth of New York City talks
Spitting dust from streets to sidewalks

Pictures soaked in gasoline
Twisting through the steel and concrete
Twisting through the steel and concrete
Twisting through the steel and concrete

The smoke has cleared but I can't breathe