Well raise your hands, it's all ours for the taking With disbelief they see the march go by Go by A history of wrongs and blistered implications Less of what we need and more, more frustration Taken to the altar and left to deteriorate Taken just for granted, they laugh and devastate You won't be the first or last to take a stand Idols will remain, in glass, your highered hand Well raise your hands, it's all ours for the taking With disbelief they see the march go by Haunted by the echo of the loading Bodies in the throat of the beast Hounded by the forces rejecting, rejecting peace Try as you might I don't believe You have the strength You are nothing more than the empty men Nothing more, we'll see your end Raise your hands, it's all ours for the taking With disbelief they see the march go by (Taken to the altar, taken for granted) Haunted by the whimper of the children Bodies in the throat of the beast Try as you might, i don't believe I don't believe You have the strength You are spoken for The empty men Nothing more We'll see your end