Born to bleed, Fighting to succeed
Built to endure what this world throws at me.

Let me tell you of a force, Coursing through my veins again
Like A page torn from a chapter, of a book of better days.

In the moments that we seize together,Some will never know
Its these words that never give true justice, Screaming all alone.

I was Born to bleed, Fighting to succeed
Built to endure what this world throws at me.


You may trust the unanswered and put hope in the unseen.
All our memories come to haunt us if we still fail to believe.

Now the fear we all once held is the breath we must not take,
Because those who sow in flames, In ashes they shall reap.

Ashes are all that your left with when you sow in flames.

All lifes sorrows of my own creation,
The same is said for our love.

Those who sow in flames in ashes they shall reap.

We were born to bleed, all fighting to succeed
Built to endure what this world throws at us.

Those who sow in flames in ashes they shall reap.
-Jamey Jasta