Divided

As I listen to my brother speak of the hell inside his head - I wonder if it's in me too - And too often I’m thinking the same thing, my indecision is my own - But he proved me wrong, these words run deeper - The imperfections and differences of our skin, only mean one thing - The hell in me is the same hell in him - The dead are alive, and I can't help but sit back and wonder if something is wasted - Because you and I are fighting the fight - We are divided, we woke from a dream where we once were united - We are divided, and we’re kept awake hoping you can unite us - Ill walk through hell and back - Cold blood streaming through my eyes - Im sick of walking in circles - I’m killing myself just to prove to you I am alive - The dead are alive, and I can't help but sit back and wonder if something is wasted - Because you and I are fighting the same fight and it's time you know, I won't leave you here to die alone