Gather round children as we come together To make up the undesirable, mortal worthlessness We are the down trodden, forgotten stains in the pavement The disfigured shadows cast by the moon on the hollowed cemetary grounds It is a shame that it had to come to this But in the course of battle There's never time too worse the casualties of war Only to take action If you stand not by my side I have no choice but to a**ume that you stand against me And woe is he who dons the title of my enemy For their suffering will be eternal in the depths of hell Which side are you on? There's a war being raised on the streets as well as in my mind We must rise up, overcome, and take back what's ours Ladies and Gentleman it gives me grave pleasure To bring to you old school Twiztid