Don't try to summarize And don't try to quantify The revolution can't be bought or sold in my eyes Old guard dies slow Buried beneath the remains your soul poisons all whom You're stories have been told I've struggled I've tried Do my best to fight my way through this life Rhetoric and hyperbole should die on the vine This ain't your fairytale life This is real, this is mine No surrender, no remorse There will be no redemption No surrender, no remorse There will be no redemption Crocodile tears and cried fall on dead ears and dead eyes Now that the tables have been turned and your life Lays in the hands of those who bear the sword Fall to your knees and pray to your lord I struggle, I try Do my best to fight my way through this life Hyperbole and sound clips won't sum up how I feel My journey, my struggles, my pain They are real No surrender, no remorse There will be no redemption No surrender, no remorse There will be no redemption Redemption No redemption No hope