Our dreams are their worst nightmares, these songs a call to arms

we can dance on the graves that held us, we can change the course of time

stand up and fight, save yourself, 

strike, the time is now

you and me, we are more like sheep, 

forced to march crippled feet to the slaughter

I'll stand on principle, banner lifted and a fist raised high

Filthy soul with a patriot heart, dancing rhythms in a world apart

But you and me, we can live like thieves 

on the dreams that we stole from their fears

Casting pearls before swine, hanging dead on the vine

Can we strive to be so much more then this?

… to the slaughter