100 hammers blazing in the sun

The harmonies of the banished ones

Along the tower the guard looks on

Rifle drawn, trigger finger numb

Along the road, echoes the endless song

As a nation rises up a hundred hammers sounds off

What does it take to pound it into dust

I want to pound it into dust

Broke these chains, exchanged for razorblades

Cut to length and tied it off and still the hammers sound off

The sum of all fears made these jailhouses homes

Cinder blocked and razor wired them all

A grand pause freezes the courtroom, verdict's handed down

Ears bleed at the gavels final sound

The general' seeing ghosts

Shuts his eyes and footsteps close

Everyone is a criminal

Have you been unconscious of

The battle cries, the trumpet calls

Can you hear the voices of

The violins explode, the hammer hits crescendo

The symphony is composed

Every note's a lie, anything goes