100 hammers blazing in the sun The harmonies of the banished ones Along the tower the guard looks on Rifle drawn, trigger finger numb Along the road, echoes the endless song As a nation rises up a hundred hammers sounds off What does it take to pound it into dust I want to pound it into dust Broke these chains, exchanged for razorblades Cut to length and tied it off and still the hammers sound off The sum of all fears made these jailhouses homes Cinder blocked and razor wired them all A grand pause freezes the courtroom, verdict's handed down Ears bleed at the gavels final sound The general' seeing ghosts Shuts his eyes and footsteps close Everyone is a criminal Have you been unconscious of The battle cries, the trumpet calls Can you hear the voices of The violins explode, the hammer hits crescendo The symphony is composed Every note's a lie, anything goes