I ... the pen and now I ... grenade today
A thousand heartbeats will be silenced this way.
But no one listens to these words I say,
no one cares about anything.
The revolutions dying fast,
... torn upon this mask.
So say what you will, you're still a thorn at my side.
You can take it away, I won't give up inside.
You could put us on trial and sentence all to death,
The fucking heroes say:
"This is, not what we're fighting for!
This is, not why we're living!"
Oh, oh can you hear them screaming?
The dead, the dead.
So tell me officer, how does it feel when
these four horsemen cause so much catastrophe?
When everything around me falls,
... through these halls,
a fire fueled by my revenge, and gasoline.
So say what you will, you're still a thorn at my side .
You can take it away, I won't give up inside
You could put us on trial and sentence all to death,
You fucking hypocrite.
"This is, not what we're fighting for!
This is, not why we're living!"
Oh, oh can you hear them screaming?
The dead, the dead.
So proud and tall but falling down.
So strong; your wall is falling down.
"This is, not what we're fighting for
This is, not why we're living."
Oh, oh can you hear them screaming?
Oh, oh can you hear them screaming?
Oh, oh can you hear them screaming?
Oh, oh can you hear them screaming?
This! is! not what we're fighting for.