Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

Unleash the wolves Carnage has no rules Comparison, competition A family of the unwanted Beaten, stunted, dysfunction A brotherhood that is of violence Bury our rivals Shotguns, knives, rifles And to tyrants, bow to none

As time was ticking We were winning And it all was going as planned Politicians stand between the lines of making headlines Street signs saying you're going the wrong way Fading faster now You can try to break us And make us fall apart

In a perfect world Brother, brother In a perfect, a perfect world In a perfect world, singing Touch gloves, yeah, it'll be alright I always knew you had a heavy heart You're taking me back to the start I saw your face in a photograph

I, I found out I told you before stay away from my door Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother The freaks on the phone won't leave me alone So don't give me that brother, brother, brother, bROTHER Now that I showed you what I been through

Every time you attack It doesn't drive me to fight you back That I'll never let it be World War III No you cant have World War III If there's only one side fighting And you know That there's lessons left to learn And then I know

Hold on, hold on 'Cause an empty room can be so loud It's too many tears to drown them out So hold on, hold on When you love someone, and they break your heart Don't give up on love have faith to restart Just hold on, hold on 'Cause there's more to life

Brother, you are my guiding star Forever, you roam, I won't be far I have so many things to learn from you I was so lost until you came through And led me through the dark Brother, come close don't stray away You'll turn and run from us some day Like you

Now I found some Grace beneath the judge's gavel Grace among my brothers on the firing line Grace upon this road less traveled Grace beneath the pines, the pines Grace beneath the pines There'll be no more running round for me No more going down, you'll

'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do Well I gotta get drunk, I sure do dread it I start to spend my money, call everybody honey I spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck And brother, I could name you a few And I wouldn't think of lettin' them down