(Spoken) So basically right theres a battle going on inside us,
but the good news is

I can save us, rip the cancer from our souls
The devils holding as curators dig there heads
Into the sand look away or be tarred with the blame

Oh, theres gotta be a better way
Oh, theres gotta be a better way

We hunger like monsters we're aching to feed
We're half peace, half rancour and greed
And I'm loosing my mind on which half is me

We hunger like monsters we're aching to feed

Is this the price that we pay
For the sins that we have made?