The waking blind, embraced the dark
They made us fight for the answers
They made us they made us fight fight fight for the answers
They made us fight

Time is up the lines are drawn in sand
Its like a ritual cleaning
Faith against them all
Some kind of wicked pressure growing below
Bound to breach the surface

Gloves are off
The blinders tighten
Misguided hands
Leading the awoken
Food for thought
Once your brothers now
The wretches the dregs the scum and the bastards
Eyes up
Grab your pitchforks just before the dawn
They're out of time and out of touch and out of luck
With the air the we breath and the ground beneath their feet

A mask of virtue
You'll hide behind as you feed off the lies
Bowing down to pressure with no resolve
Never again
Can we allow this fear to hold us
Faith against them all
Designed deny and deprive

The waking blind, embraced the dark
They made us fight for the answers

The coming whipping winds
The winds will blow your house of straw away
They've built you up to tear you down
They've built you up to tear you down

There is no second coming
They are playing with your heart
There is just something about this
Why wont you admit

Your blind crusade is the birth of a dying age
A mask of virtue
You'll hide behind as you feed off the lies
Bowing down to pressure with no resolve

And with no resolve in our darkened heart
We feel our fears come alive and it lights up the sky
The sky the sky the sky is burning
The sky the sky is burning
Out of the dark and into the light
These spiteful spheres of hate got the world
Burning in your hands
In your hands