whats the point of knowing your name right now
what is the point when they all look the same somehow
unless you diverse your making it worse
the edge of the spear will cut through the fear
in the summer rain going back again
we'll go breaking our reflections in the mirrors and glass
we go back but we can't explain well go breaking our reflections in the mirrors and glass
gonna turn all the wrongs into rights
a million torches lighting up the night
and you never cared but now your aware
the edge of the spear will cut through the fear
in the summer rain….