She's a bright light,
Look for too long
And you'll go blind;
Loosing sight of the line.

She's a bright light,
It's hard to run
Once she's inside.

While you feel alive,
She's watching you die.

Chorus:
The fight is closing in, it's time to hold our ground.
(No turning back 2x)

The longer that we run, the weaker we become.
(No turning back 2x)

We've been taught that
Conflict is a lack of tolerance
And tolerance today is King.

I have learned that all the things
That plague us chase down,
No matter how well we hide,
No matter how far we run.

Give me liberty from death. Give me liberty or give me death.