You won't pass on your bitter bloodnI'll spend my every breath to undo the damage donenYour mistake will be just your mistakenNothing morenYou won't tie us to your dead and sinkingnWe don't relive the bigotrynWe won't relive the liesnWe won't relive a dead standard of old timesnThe proof is in the actions of the pastnWho is the (real) enemy is the question that should be askednBut it's impossible to change the pastnWe're out for bloodnFor every ill-fated lienMorality's suicidenPut a gun to your headnYou're better off deadnBetter off deadnYou won't pass your bitter bloodnI'll spend my every breath to undo the damage donenYour mistake will be just your mistakenNothing morenYou won't tie us to your dead and sinkingnWe don't relive the bigotrynWe won't relive the liesnWe won't relive a dead standard of old timesnThe proof is in the actions of the pastnWho is the (real) enemy is the question that should be askednBut it's impossible to change the pastnLet it be left in the pastnYou aren't even a memorynYou aren't even a memory