When the one you love's In love with someone else Don't you know it's torture I don't want you To come round here no more I beg you for mercy You don't know how strong My weakness is Or how much it hurts me

Although we have no obligation, to stay alive On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive (Break out) I won't be left here Behind closed doors. Chairs thrown and tables toppled, Hands armed with broken bottles, Standing no chance to win but, We're

This is not, this is not I'm just saying boy Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo' No they told me kill them all, goddamn though I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fucking

Run to the sea Raining in your heart We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill As the day begs the night for mercy love The sun so bright it leaves no shadows Only scars carved into stone On the face of earth The moon is up and over One Tree Hill We

No angel of mercy Is gonna hear my call (oh no) To dry the tears that shall not fall I woke alone today For all the birds have flown Inside this empty house Which no longer feels like home Admidst life's killing fields of war This door of memories

Hey, hey, hey Do you bury me when I'm gone Do you teach me while I'm here Just as soon as I belong Then it's time I disappear Here I go into new days I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer Ain't no mercy there for me And I went on down that road

I pray the king shows you his mercy For shame, for the Revolution Hear ye, hear ye my name is Samuel Seabury And I present free thoughts on the proceedings of the continental congress Heed not the rabble who scream revolution They have not your interests

Erase this monster I've become Forgive me for all the damage done It's not over Say it's not over I'm begging for mercy I'm only the monster you made me (Far away through the pain Take a good look at me now I hear the angels calling)

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on

Oh beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife Who more than self, our country loved And mercy more than life America, America may God thy gold refine Til all success be nobleness And every gain divined And you know when I was in school We used to