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Wake up, sit up, get the hell out of here.
Your running, your screaming, the end isn't so near.


(where the hell are you running)


The world is waiting, what's your next move.
There's hearts are cold, needing your words to sooth.
Your liquid voice, pours over the flames,
of all the dammed, and the insane.

(It's hopeless, give up)
(We will never give up)

They raised there hands, in violence aggression.
They came with guns, set to oppression.
They came in bursts, they came with flames.
You sat there, you screamed" End this pain!"

(You've got to the count of 3)

You grabbed the torch, you led the wave.
You want the win, but not the pain.
You lead them on, you lead them in.
You reach the room, but this is the end.


(We will use deadly force)


You lead the rise, you led them up.
They like zombies they have no choice.
You lead them in, they follow your voice.
The sound was raw, the shot was pure.

(Ready....aim....)


They won the battle, they won the war.
You got what you wanted, but now look.
What has happened, your lying down
Out of all the casualties, you will not be forgotten.