Dying is easy, it's living that's hard It's so disturbing to hear what you're fearing Rain of terror out in the cold
Give 'em what they want Give 'em what they need
Pure sincerity, pure sincerity It's what made me born from insanity Pure sincerity, pure
Questions asked, the answers come quickly Remorse can be so dangerous Wolf in the fold, terror within, out in the cold
Give 'em what they want Give 'em what they need
Pure sincerity, pure sincerity It's what made me born from insanity Pure sincerity
The things I am, the things that I've become These wings of honor, son, father Don't know if I can stand where I once fucking stood If I could, if I could don't you think I fucking would?
Things to come, it must be from the heart Things to come
Are these the shadows of things from the past? Are these the shadows of things to come? Things come, to come, things to come Where do we go? Where do we go?
Pure sincerity, pure sincerity It's what made me born from insanity Pure sincerity
Songwriters BRADLEY FAFARA / JOHN BOECKLIN / JEFFREY KENDRICK / JONATHAN MILLER / MICHAEL SPREITZER