Alba s touto skladbou:
Endgame,
Endgame,
Are there no fighters left here any more?
Are we the generation we've been waiting for?
Or are we patiently burning
Waiting to be saved?
Our heroes our icons
Have mellowed with age
Following rules
That they once disobeyed
They're now being led
When they used to lead the way
Do you still believe in all the things
That you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines,
Or at home keeping score?
Do you care to be the layer
Of the bricks that seal your fate?
Or would you rather be the architect
Of what we might create?
They laid out the blueprints
They poured down a base
Concrete solutions to slow our decay
And when they are gone, who the fucks gonna take their place?
Yeah, will it be the cynics
The critics galore?
The cliche apathetic, passed out on the floor
The trusting complicit
Who collectively ignored
Do you still believe in all the things
That you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines,
Or at home keeping score?
Do you care to be the layer
Of the bricks that seal your fate?
Or would you rather be the architect
Of what we might create?
Don't you remember when you were young?
And you wanted to set the world on fire?
Somewhere deep down I know you do
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
And don't you remember when we were young?
And we wanted to set the world on fire?
'Cause I still am and I still do
Make no mistake
We are not afraid
To bear the burden of repeating
What they're thinking anyway
LET'S RAISE THE STAKES
On the bet we made
Let's decide to be the architects
The masters of our fate
Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before
And after everything we've seen here maybe even more
And I know we're not the only ones
And we were not the first
Unapologetically we're stand behind each word
