The same old lines you use every time
It seems you can't recall
Well I hear everything through the walls
And still you do anything you want to
You don't care at all
But I hear everything through the walls
Running out of your army
So what's your story now?
Too late to turn around
Used up your arsenal
Get ready, you're going down
And all the young men that you will pretend
Died for everyone
A crusade for your ego alone
And all the things that you came to believe
No question at all
Well your god wouldn't want you at all