Well raise your hands, it's all ours for the taking

With disbelief they see the march go by

Go by

A history of wrongs and blistered implications

Less of what we need and more, more frustration

Taken to the altar and left to deteriorate

Taken just for granted, they laugh and devastate

You won't be the first or last to take a stand

Idols will remain, in glass, your highered hand

Well raise your hands, it's all ours for the taking

With disbelief they see the march go by

Haunted by the echo of the loading

Bodies in the throat of the beast

Hounded by the forces rejecting, rejecting peace

Try as you might

I don't believe

You have the strength

You are nothing more than the empty men

Nothing more, we'll see your end

Raise your hands, it's all ours for the taking

With disbelief they see the march go by

(Taken to the altar, taken for granted)

Haunted by the whimper of the children

Bodies in the throat of the beast

Try as you might, I don't believe

I don't believe

You have the strength

You are spoken for

The empty men

Nothing more

We'll see your end