when will the weak shame the strong
and not collapse into our own arms
when will we raise our flags past half-mast
and not collapse into our own arms
but shame will keep us who we are

shame is the anchor tied around my ankle
shame keeps me low and close to the bottom
where i am the least
at the bottom

where pride has never been and never willRest In Paradise Lyrics
Imagine the future I don't like what I see there From eastward to westward Destruc