Standing here

I realise, 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.
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 SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDD

Beneath the blood stained SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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.

the new ora ora sound when punching an immovable object fast originated from an MGR meme