"Fucking daylight, I just don't wanna see...
It's the end son, break it off come with me"
O six O twelve
Never forget
Bury your dead!
Bury your dead...
Do you wanna see it?
Do you wanna see it?
Do you wanna see it...
Burn!
We were there, taking chances for all
To the off beaten path, on the less travelled road
Thousands were gathered, so that our voices would rise
Breaking the silence from the years of demise
In the streets where the weak become strong
We used the pain, they used all of their force
But, morning comes... every hope, every dream
Falls apart, breaking off at the seams
Break at the seams
Trusting you, were we fools not to see?
Hot summers, breaking our backs to believe...
There were strange times, holding hand to hand
Unknown faces, tears of joy to regret...
They told us to believe, in everything you say
And anytime you bleed
Go now wear your crown, see how it fits
Live for the vultures, die for the gift...
The slaves will no longer have need of their chains...
Rich people have fight clubs