Lower the flag again. The color white never seemed so justifying
How does it feel to be on the horns of a bull
When will you learn that I don't back down
The thoughts that run my mind still give me the chills
Redeeming sorrow, but still you continue
So patch up the holes in yourself and press onward... and press onward
The frays of the rope are pulling you deeper. Your lucky compa** is failing you now
Set your sites, set your sites on north
And show the world what you're made of... what you're made of
Make your move, make your mark on the world
And show them what you're made of... what you're made of
Set your sites, set your sites on north
And show the world what you're made of... what you're made of
Make your move, make your mark on the world
And show them what you're made of... what you're made of
Make your move, make your mark this time
There's no second chance, this is not a test, this is your life
Make your move, make your mark this time
There's no second chance, this is not a test, this is your life
Make your move....
Make your move, make your mark this time. Make your move, make your mark this time