Like Trumpets — текст песни (With Honor)

Enough pictures drawin in the sand,
Of everything we wish we`d been,
Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise.

Enough careless talk about giving up,
Complaining of the things we haven`t got,
Why can`t we stand up to the test of time?

No more, No less than all we are, all we have,
No more holding back.
So far, we`ve only made a scratch, knives out,
No more holding back.
We`ll drag our heels on cold concrete
unti it`s four feet wide and six feet deep,
To forget our regrets and yesterdays.

I want to cut, cut the binds,
It`s not the sisscors that are dull.
It`s our minds, It`s our apathy and shallow
goals entwined.
It`s all or nothing, kiss yesterday goodbye.