Tonight 

This life 

This plan 

This fight 

Tonight 

This life 

This plan 

This fight 

We found our rhythm in the rage 

That burning light that needs no stage 

Though left with nothing you forget 

Through nothingness we smash. Rework 

To build upon what’s real 

Like setting sun the desperate glory fades 

Old lies so sweet can taste so true 

But strip away: a death obsession, a gimmick, a clever cloak 

And of your brave now broken world what will remain? 

This war means more than metaphor 

This fight is all too real 

The front lines are right here 

Tonight 

This life 

This plan 

This fight 

Tonight 

This life 

This plan 

This fight