• March in tone
    Die alone
    In this waste we call our home

    Face our hate
    With disgrace
    There's no reason to debate

    That our hope
    Fell to smoke
    Feel the hurt inside your bones

    Fall in place
    No mistake
    That we killed our own faith

    So take it all
    Burn it all
    Until there's nothing left to view
    Hate it all
    Lose it all
    A world in flames, so little to prove

    Fall in line
    For design
    In the end you're still a tool

    There's no time
    To rewind
    All the hope you tore in two

    Feel the hate
    No disgrace
    It was too good to be true

    There's no faith
    No debate
    That our god will fall to you

    So take it all
    Burn it all
    Until there's nothing left to prove
    Hate it all
    Lose it all
    A world in chains, so little to lose