Tri-Polar: Tri-Polar (2005)
"Where Do We Go?"
Take a good look around Before your life spirals down Burn your family tree right To the ground Sunday morning with bloodshot eyes We will never apologize We taste the fear of God And we spit it out It turns our souls to black So we drink it down Okay, decorated in descendance Okay, alright Slam it down, here we go When we don't have a chance (Where do we go?) When we don't have a choice (Where do we go?) When we don't have a voice (Where do we go?) We push it way too far We take it way too far We blur the lines on mirrors Between wrong and right You showed us how to dig Every day and night Okay, decorated in descendance Okay, alright Slam it down, here we go When we don't stand a chance (Where do we go?) When we don't have a choice (Where do we go?) When we don't have a voice (Where do we go?) And they put these slashes across our eyes We can never visualize When we don't stand a chance (Where do we go?) When we don't have a choice (Where do we go?) When we don't have a voice (Where do we go?)