Testo Dear Brother

Set yourself apart
Let your guard down
There is no need for the mask when I'm around
Can I ever expect for you to make a change
When you're trapped in your wicked ways?
With every day wicked way
Three centuries of life trying to maintain
two centuries of regret One lifetime of pain
Driving that same course:
Self destruction and self hate
No love, no hope, no gain
There's no fucking gain
Cant you see you are losing this game?
I see only pain
I wish you could see the other side
this is not losing dignity or pride
There is no battle too tough
Dear brother: I will never give up