Waiting for orders Waiting for time Waiting for death In the bowels of the mine A lifelong obsession to wither and die To bow and say nothing The ultimate crime With a gun in my pocket And a spear in my hands The audience will laugh As he puts on a show We'll break down the chains That the devil had wrought And burn down the symbols His blood money bought We'll break down the chains That the devil had wrought And burn down the symbols His blood money bought The signs that once lit up And fought back the night Will crack from the pressure Of our infamous fight And if there's a power That sees from above We'll ask him why he didn't Let loose the flood Let loose the flood Let loose the flood