Lyrics:

Brave the winter weather's storm
As you trudge toward, your perpetual ending
Shout and shiver, along side
The 'too far gones' and the 'never weres.'
Fighting the war within has never felt so good
Clawing and kicking for anything
Fighting the war within has never felt this sweet
Reaching and grabbing for anyone
I can be the one to lead a revolution
I can be the one to lead a revolution

Like pigs to the slaughter, you drop dead
In a pool of your own filth
Like pigs to the slaughter, you drop dead
In a pool of your own filth
Forever faithful to the idea that someday
Sometime, you will have your kill
Frustration sets in and down you go
But it's a good thing that some dreams never die

We can be the ones to lead a revolution
We can be the ones to lead a revolution
It's a good thing some dreams never die
Dreams don't die

Militia men march for the love of our sound
Stamping sincerely to the heart in our song
Militia men march for the love of our sound
Stamping sincerely to the heart in our song