Sixteen Hours

What is the goal in all of this
 What do you hope to accomplish
 Clean blood is now on your hands
 Do we even stand a chance
 You think you hold the moral ground
 Your morals are all flawed
 You take advantage of the innocent
 With their back against the wall
 What is my sin
 What is this life
 Will we make it through tonight
 What is my sin
 What is this life
 Spirits screaming from within
 In a world filled with strife
 What is my sin
 What is this life
 Fathom the thought of waking up
 To the sirens of death and pain
 You rush to put your helmet on
 In hopes to save their lives again
 You fear the damage is too much to bear
 But you know you must pull through
 Burning flesh now lingers in the air
 Their lives hang on to you
 What is my sin
 What is this life
 Will we make it through tonight
 What is my sin
 What is this life
 Spirits screaming from within
 In a world filled with strife
 What is my sin
 What is this life
 We dug for 16 hours while we heard the child cry
 We dug all through the night to save an innocent life
 We dug for 16 hours and pulled him from a wall
 We dug in search for a way to stop it all