Wake up, wake up! Something here is wrong The wood, the bolts, the ropes are all replaced with fog We're under attack! Throw the ropes across, they fall
We'll ride the chariot into town, it dies today when we throw down We'll sing the melodies that you hate Just turn your back when we don't scream Chorus
They crash the gate too late to stop our rite we hold our breath and wait as stars align how can they call us wrong? How do we take this? Opposing all
