of means and ends

Fighting for my life
From the outside
Trying to keep my head
Above the rising tide

Blood on my hands
Stains me all red
My mind it is haunted
By lows of the dead

With what we're doing
The answers are clear
But all we're finding
Is heartache and fear

I can see the future
Reflections of the past
Fighting for the changes
But these things never last

(Chorus)
They say that it's coming
And won't be televised
The violence in the cities
The horror in our eyes
All this blood in the streets
From the angry and the wise
Spilt by the hands
Of those fed on only lies