There are fights to fail!
The legions fed by hate
flooding the streets deceive the vow
Not loyal! No more enchained!
No more bowing down so low
They're flesh of feud, a wrathful engine,
army of the lame
While lashes of invicibles,
shall make them safely tame
In a twisted liberty
In a warped scheme of life
They will burn your frail wings off
or dye them red by knife
And weep will rise
of shelters right to
the naked arms of night
Their empty homes,
calm prayers in the gale
Will fade like a moth
In flames, and now they get
what they didn't know
There are fights to fail!
The enslaved flesh bowing
to shadows flattering with zest
A brand new true blue flock
of sheep to follow
back to the nest
Free of their fears
and free of freedom ridded of their thoughts
Each one of them
flawless and hollow machine
In a twisted liberty
In a warped scheme of life
They will burn your frail wings off
or dye them red by knife
And weep will rise
of shelters right to
the naked arms of night
Their empty homes,
calm prayers in the gale
Will fade like a moth
In flames, and now they get
what they didn't know
There are fights to fail
And weep will rise
of shelters right to
the naked arms of night
Their empty homes,
calm prayers in the gale
Will fade like a moth
In flames, and now they get
what they didn't know
There are fights to fail
Fights to fail!
There are fights to fail!
