did this on our own Through the dust we rise stronger. Ready for the end We will ride up through the ashes From the ashes we will rise stronger
Drown in the blood of the innocent, live these lives of selfishness. we remain blind to this world's pain until the day we reject, abstain. set this
other, lost to ourselves... so accept defeat or rise against what you were born to be. cast aside the ruins of our lives and rise from the ashes
I won't bow down to these lies, to these line drawn in dust, and i'll watch while your idols rust. self-betrayed, led astray, you've sold yourself, your
So it all ends here, but the struggle remains even though you've closed your eyes. lost the will to care, lost the will to try. so willing to give in
Cast into the flames, in tradition?s name. our silence is their death, our silence is their chains our silence makes them slaves. our silence seals their
Kill your mind, blind your eyes and justify as the dream dies. believe in these lies. just believe in the hypocrisy. this will be our demise. as we hang
our eyes, as what once was is torn apart and cast aside. but this is what gives me life. so settle for the least of what this could be, inhale the ashes
to fight we got to feel we got to know that this is real And I'm still searching for the day If we're going to win this race We gotta rise up open our
seems to matter You?ve outgrown all the anger You know that it?s not the answer Rising up from the ashes You know we never meant to burn Rising up from the ashes
we used to spend Was wasted on you Rise through the ashes with a song to remember Rise through the ashes with a song to remember Rise through the ashes
There is bullshit on your breath. I can't believe that we are all fine. Nothing but worries as the rivers run black. Polluted pastures on grey landscapes
Black smoke rise and fill the blood red skies, man made dust designed to blind our eyes, screened illusions masked in blatant lies, black smoke rise
Gaze upon the landscape for miles in a distance of concrete and steel. Look upon the landscape of broken glass and nails. Nauseating carnage -- obscenity
In the darkest moments live the shadows of the free. Here come the age-old warnings again, there's rust on every link of the chain, and tonight the
A kick to the head, a punch to the face, a bat to your knees, an eye swollen shut. There's no free ride in this part of the country. No glory in this
I see no fascination, I see no spark of light. Their toys are showered down like acid rain, but the beams will corrode, and we will fall.
They spin in the sky their web of wires. They launch their toys to be the new towers. They send their children to scorch their brothers, and all is
