Shameless, earnest,
Each soul driven by its conscience,
Aren't we all the heroes in our own stories? Risen from glory?
Or are we all,
Nothing more than kings who point their sword at their brother?
This is my vantage,
You have yours, I'll have mine,
We'll never see eye to eye,
Oh, we sow the seeds of peace, not sorrow,
We are the souls who pay for the war,
The war of tomorrow,
Fragile, broken,
Human hidden in the differences,
We've risen from the same ashes,
Yet we were each other's matches,
Oh, this is my vantage,
We're standing on the same line,
But you are low and I am high,
This is my vantage,
You have yours, I'll have mine,
We'll never see eye to eye,
This is my vantage (We sow the seeds of peace, not sorrow),
You have yours, I'll have mine,
We'll never see eye to eye,
With my vantage (We are the souls who pay for the war),
We're standing on the same line,
But you are low and I am high,
What separates all our minds, is none of us will ever live the same life (We pay for the war),
The war of tomorrow.