watching from the sidelines dancing on the land mines exploding through the headlines the new front is on the move caught in the crosshairs of a war we didnt wage tanks roam the borders of this town poised to restore what they tear down dont let their battles wear you down they take the reins i wonder why do they parade in this seasons rain why do the seasons refuse to change the ceiling creaks the hillside speaks dont let me cling to history and more than that please dont take me back still the bombs rain down tanks roam the borders of this town poised to restore what they tear down dont let their battles wear you down everybody is singing so loud that the crowds can be heard abroad at the american universities cant you hear how theyre cheering us on the fruits of the revolution must only be days away but still i feel it wont be long until theyre not asking anymore theyre not asking anymore if todays the day we make their grade will the armies with draw or will they stay tomorrow tanks roam the borders of this town poised to restore what they tear down dont let their battles wear you dont let their battles wear you dont let their battles wear you down
['connecticut hardcore']