all of my friends The size of your heart determines who wins Modern day life, let the fury begin War is hell War is hell War is hell War is hell
The stench is running so thick, Tough as nails, gotta break it with an icepick, Not stop, gotta get what I wanna, Take another step and I dip around
life How can I help if you don?t try? Stand aside or get buried alive One day I?m just going to snap Breaking point, can?t turn back Talk is cheap. You
much time? It?s time to lose. You break You?ll pay for your mistake In tears for years. Endless Sadness is broken? I think you must be joking The sorrow is
out I choke on the words I?ll break your words before they suffocate me Your destruction ranks second to none Stepping on the weak. Always watching out for number one My flesh is
with all of my friends The size of your heart determines who wins Modern day life, let the fury begin War is hell War is hell War is hell War is hell
You ?paid your dues? Now you think that we owe it to you? Wake up from your self-righteous haze And realize you mean nothing: a worthless charade You
Lightning strikes again To waken life within Lightning strikes again To waken life within A shock runs through our hearts Our veins are torn apart And
strip away: a death obsession, a gimmick, a clever cloak And of your brave now broken world what will remain? This war means more than metaphor This fight is
Hugh spun language, but we?re not hearing the words. It spoke to us at birth, it said ?Men, when something starts there?s got to be an end. ?The mind
Trouble. Looking at a heart once gold, life already lost. Beginning to the end (a mental holocaust). And it?s so depressing, worrying. Truth is hard
Set the stage, the ambush begins Through the windows, the doors we?re all breaking in Did you think we would let you win? In fear you froze and slow
Resist The world I see is just not right We?re going to burn it, we?re going to burn it tonight We?ve got these punks locked in our sights The ignorance
lifestyle they can?t reach Cowards lurking in my shattered window As deceit and lies knock at my door Shackled down I feel the sickness growing When wisdom is
weapon I think the war is on And when they ask 'em who is he it's 7th Sign and Bone Call me a secret weapon when the war is on And when they ask 'em who
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands) This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands
people. Militant, that's how we choose to roll, and we road warriors up out the war, the war, the war. When you call my name I will be there. I'll be
