I'm going to tell you straight, between the struggle and the heartache There's a bitter taste, the bitter taste of a better place We burn, we bleed, we wont give up on our dreams This suffering means more to me We burn, we bleed, we wont give up on our dreams I will put my strength in numbers I'm going to tell you straight, between the struggle and the heartache There's a bitter taste, the bitter taste of a better place Convincing ourselves we can see through the pain But still I find hate, it heals me We convinced our loved ones they were never to blame For the promise we made We can sleep in our own grave, were alive in our own way For every time I live my life in regret, I find my pride in having nothing left We're all better off respecting those in the cemetery If you're one of us; turn your fist to the monarchy I will put my strength in numbers; this is the six We'll put our strength in numbers; this is the six I'm holding out for what I believe, have we given up or just gave it away? I will take forever to love the part of this I hate I will get the best of us, to make the better of me Convincing ourselves we can see through the pain But still I find hate; it heals me We convinced our loved ones they were never to blame For the promise we made We can sleep in our own grave, were alive in our own way For every time I live my life in regret, I find my pride in having nohting left