That day that he died a thunderstorm broke the telephone wires
then years later you found his letters but they're meaning was mysterious and vague

So "welcome to the fight," your uncle said as he left the room
and remember when I first met you; and you told me what this symmetry would mean

Here comes the battle
a brand new era
So we're old children
let's fight those bastards down

This is how we sleep without a home. Embyronic half-parental you're awake.
"This is not the life that I had planned," count the seconds between the lightning strikes

Here comes the battle
a brand new era
so we're old children
let's fight those bastards down
Make a decision
This desperation
Make a decision
C'mon let's hit em where it hurts