Letra de Nothings Wrong Here

Lies are shot like arrows, piercing us the filthy ones. Hold in place, in this awful trench. Been searching for a ransom to buy us out. Tired of having this same old grudge of who did what, and who did not. We're stuck here waiting out the fire with trembling hands, shaking spine, longing for what could be out there. Dreaming away to a foreign place, but there's no way out. I can't get out there. Guess I'm bound to keep these filthy lies: nothing's wrong here