From a victim to a friend, don't ever let them in.
Keep your scars on your sleeve and your heart in your hands.
All the whores with their wars, their gaping mouths want more.
All of them choke on regret.
We sit in silence.

Dead or dedicated,
alive or medicated.
A coward queen or harlot heart, it's up to you.

This world owes you nothing.
This world owes me nothing.
This world owes us nothing but a hard road to walk.

These mountains that we climb is everything they've lost.
This world owes us nothing but a hard road to walk.
These mountains that we move are everywhere we look.