Standing here, I realize you were
Just like me trying to make history.
But who's to judge the right from wrong.
When our guard is down I think we'll both agree.
That violence breeds violence.
But in the end it has to be this way.
I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath;
But maybe we're both the same.
The world has turned, and so many have burned.
But nobody is to blame.
It's tearing across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life could be born beneath
The blood stained sand.

Making the mother of all Colaboration here Gordon, can't fret over every rebel

Standing here, I realize you were just like me trying to make history
But who's to judge the right from wrong
When our guard is down, I think we'll both agree
That violence breeds violence
But in the end it has to be this way
I've carved my own path
You followed your wrath
But maybe we're both the same
The world has turned, and so many have burned
But nobody is to blame
Yet, staring across this barren, wasted land
I feel new life will be born beneath the blood-stained sand
Beneath the blood-stained sand

that you're just like me...

i realize