Plead not guilty

Here we are again,
Backs to the answers,
Facing the same old questions,
Every day,
Though tiresome this may be,
And in vain we go on,
Driven forward by the fact,
That one day blessed will be our souls.

Red waves of fire,
The sunlight is darkness,
Same old porcelain dolls,
That makes up reality,
Black gloss of obsidian,
Volcanic moldings,
PLEAD NOT GUILTY,
Forever never giving up.

The guitars form our footsteps,
The bass is our eyesight,
Vocals make up our definition,
The drums are the very pulse of our hearts,
Through thick and thin,
Brothers never separate,
Our music is the chain,
That binds together our souls.