• To be caught in the middle and no where to go
    where i'm trying to make it work but now I know
    that there's nothing
    not anything
    there's nothing
    ******** nothing to do
    I can't end this war just for you
    I can't just yell at the crowd and make it all go away
    I can't scream in a leaders face
    I can't just blow smoke in their view and blow them all away- this is a war!
    This is how we express!
    This is how we impress
    And I wouldn't have it any other ******** way.

    We are the fallen we are the rates!
    We are the victims of a war we didnt create
    but now sitting in a leather chair
    is the politics of- the world!
    the politics of- the world!
    The cowards in their office with faces looking bare.

    We can't control what we truelly have lost
    when london's bridge came down we fell for the cost
    to have the sacred serenity mark down your lives
    keep that hope that beams from youngs' eyes.
    The soldier shell shot beyond our eyes.
    The soldier's soul fallen into utter despise.

    We are the fallen we are the rates!
    We are the victims of a war we didnt create
    but now sitting in a leather chair
    is the politics of- the world!
    the politics of- the world!
    The cowards in their office with faces looking bare.

    Fight the wars and fight the foes
    the fallen have become the only ones who know
    a freedom away from a government of hate
    a freedom to a time where there is no mistake
    where peace is a release and fight is unknown
    no more tales of ships or drones
    just a harmonic rapture to spit in combats face
    a silent retort now reaches the fort that the war is over
    the war has ended and now my friends
    we stay against a system that gives the order.
    down and down we strive down forever.

    We are the fallen we are the rates!
    We are the victims of a war we didnt create
    but now sitting in a leather chair
    is the politics of- the world!
    the politics of- the world!
    The cowards in their office with faces looking bare.

    Can you look me in the face and say he died in good haste?
    Can you see how much your bickering tales?
    Can you not live the lives your wars now cause?
    Can you truelly fathom it!?
    Will you ever listin to the souls of those lost?
    Can you ever answer them for how much was the cost?
    Was it worth it?
    Answer to the victims of the bombs that failed