Our fears ring true
 We're on a march towards the end
 Cover my eyes
 But I still hear the deafening drums of war
 Onward every twisted spoke

 Let's make history
 Let's make history stop
 When there's nothing left
 We'll be fed our father's dreams

 And I find every time I face this skyline
 I picture it in ruins
 It's not going to stop

 We are numbered with the dead
 When I finally come apart
 Every piece will melt holes into the streets
 Onward every twisted spoke

 Let's make history
 Let's make history stop
 When there's nothing left
 We'll be fed our father's dreams

 We can't let it happen like this
 Burn it down
 Burn it to the fucking ground
 It's not going to stop