There are fights to fail
The legions fed by hate flooding the streets deceive the vow
Not loyal! no more Enchained! no more bowing down so low
They're flesh of feud, a wrathful engine, army of the lame
While lashes of invicibles, shall make them safely tame
In a twisted liberty,
In a warped scheme of life
They will burn your frail wings off
Or dye them red by knife
And weep will rise
Of shelters right to the naked arms of night
Their Empty homes, calm prayers in the gale
(Will) fade like a moth
In flames, and now they get what they didn't know
There are fights to fail
The enslaved flesh bowing to shadows flattering with zest
A brand new true blue flock of sheep to follow back to the nest
Free of their fears and free of freedom ridded of their thoughts
Each one of them flowless and holow machine
In a twisted liberty,
In a warped scheme of life
They will burn your frail wings off
Or dye them red by knife
And weep will rise
Of shelters right to the naked arms of night
Their Empty homes, calm prayers in the gale
(Will) fade like a moth 9
In flames, and now they get what they didn't know
There are fights to fail
