I´m going to tell you straight,
Between the struggle and the heartache,
There´s a bitter taste, the bitter taste of a better place.

We burn, we bleed, we won´t give up on our dreams,
This suffering means more to me,
We burn, we bleed, we won´t give up on our dreams.

I will put my strength in numbers.

I´m going to tell you straight,
Between the struggle and the heartache,
There´s a bitter taste, the bitter taste of a better place.

Convincing ourselves we can see through the pain,
But still I find hate, it heals me.
We convinced our loved ones they were never to blame,
For the promise we made.

We can sleep in our own graves,
We´re alive in our own way.
For every time I live my life in regret,
I find my pride in having nothing left.

We´re all better off respecting those in the cemetery,
If you´re one of us, turn your fist to the monarchy.

I will put my strength in numbers, this is the six,
We´ll put our strength in numbers, this is the six.

I´m holding our for what I believe,
Have we given up or just gave it away?
I will take forever to love the part of this I hate,
I will get the best of us to better of me.

Convincing ourselves we can see through the pain,
But still I find hate, it heals me.
We convinced our loved ones they were never to blame,
For the promise we made.

We can sleep in our own graves,
We´re alive in our own way.
For every time I live my life in regret,
I find my pride in having nothing left.