Lyrics:
Our fears ring trueWe're on a march towards the endCover my eyesBut I still hear the deafening drums of warOnward every twisted spokeLet's make historyLet's make history stopWhen there's nothing leftWe'll be fed our father's dreamsAnd I find every time I face this skylineI picture it in ruinsIt's not going to stopOur fears ring trueWe are numbered with the deadWhen I finally come apartEvery piece will melt holes into the streetsOnward every twisted spokeLet's make historyLet's make history stopWhen there's nothing leftWe'll be fed our father's dreamsWe can't let it happen like thisBurn it downBurn it to the fucking groundIt's not going to stop