Woorden: Boy Sets Fire. Walk Astray.

Our dreams are their worst nightmares, these songs a call to arms
we can dance on the graves that held us, we can change the course of time
stand up and fight, save yourself,
strike, the time is now
you and me, we are more like sheep,
forced to march crippled feet to the slaughter
I?ll stand on principle, banner lifted and a fist raised high
Filthy soul with a patriot heart, dancing rhythms in a world apart
But you and me, we can live like thieves
on the dreams that we stole from their fears
Casting pearls before swine, hanging dead on the vine
Can we strive to be so much more then this?
? to the slaughter