The War Of 1812 - II: And with Them, We Rise lyrics

This burning inside of my thoughts Leads me, to poor out my lungs I see visions of a new day, a new year, a new life What the f** have I become? And for whatever reason my hands are covered in blood This city is ours and we will slit from ear to ear The carriage held for just ourselves, and immortality Calamity is my staircase, and double negatives I'm a keepsake, I can't understand a word you say Present your case, although your sentence has been determined Has been determined With hate in our hearts, and blood in our eyes This is where we hold them, this is where they die With hate in our hearts, and blood in our eyes We build pyramids, and flatten cities In the names of gods, no longer praised This is where we hold them, this is where they die This is where we hold them, this is where they die