our fears our fears ring true we re on a march towards the end cover my eyes but i still hear the deafening drums of war onward every twisted spoke let s make history let s make history stop when there s nothing left we ll be fed our father s dreams and i find every time i face this skyline i picture it in ruins it s not going to stop our fears ring true we are numbered with the dead when i finally come apart every piece will melt holes into the streets onward every twisted spoke let s make history let s make history stop when there s nothing left we ll be fed our father s dreams we can t let it we can t let it happen like this burn it down burn it to the fucking ground it s not going to stop it s not going to stop burn it down burn it to the fucking ground it s not going to stop