When A Promise Is Broken, And No One Trusts You
Young Ones Crying With Their Heads In Their Hands
When You Talk About Saving, The Souls Of The Faithful
You Can't Help Thinking, You've Got Blood On Your Hands
We Gave You Yesterday, And Now You Want To-day
Oh, From The Hands Of Death We Take Our Daily Bread
Now All We Do Is Choke, And The Words That You Once Spoke, Fade Away
Look At What You've Done
Oh, It's A Cross Of Thorns