There are fights to fail The legions fed by hate flooding the streets deceive the vow Not loyal no more enchained No more bowing down so low They're flesh of feud, a wrathful engine army of the lame While lashes of invincibles Shall make them safely tame In a twisted liberty A warped scheme of life They will burn your frail wings off Or dye them red by knife And weep will rise Of shelters right to the naked arms of night Their empty homes calm prayers in the gale Will fade like a moth In flames and now they get what they didn't know There are fights to fail The enslaved flesh bowing to shadows flattering with zest A brand new truth blue flock of sheep to follow back to the nest Free of their fears and free of freedom ridded of their thoughts Each one of them flawless and hollow machine In a twisted liberty In a warped scheme of life They will burn your frail wings off Or dye them red by knife And weep will rise Of shelters right to the naked arms of night Their empty homes calm prayers in the gale Will fade like a moth In flames, and now they get what they didn't know. There are fights to fail And weep will rise Of shelters right to the naked arms of night Their empty homes calm prayers in the gale Will fade like a moth In flames, and now they get what they didn't know There are fights to fail Fights to fail There are fights to fail