This is an anchor for my anger, battery for my brain

Rebirth in this resistance recharge, rewrite, refrain

This is an issue of contempt I'll see it through

and wash it clear. Free from the pain of self-destruction

I am awake and I won't sleep in the stillness - I won't suffocate

But I'll burn in the darkness to open up the inner heart

Inside of us aware there comes a time when we choose to stand

Or walk away

And I choose to stand


Strike the chord

Talking ourselves into the grave

Strike the chord

I refuse to be enslaved

Strike the chord

Begin the drumbeat beating away

Awake