calling all heathens to the fire our only hope is built from the ashes below our leaders won t save us your queen is dead just my luck it s never been enough there s only black clouds when i look up it ll take thirteen nails to hang me from this cross trade labour cocaine blood in the sink wash it down and forget what you ve seen punch drunk in a world of knives unscathed to the naked eye i d chase the sun over the horizon if you believed the light would guide us towards the fight but away from the sirens all i need is the air inside my lungs so hold your head up high revolt this is revolting revolt this is revolting i ll let the state of the world speak for itself malignent rituals of apathy you have the guts to point the finger at me i don t care what they say i am your eulogy in this state of reconing i d chase the sun over the horizon if you believed the light would guide us towards the fight but away from the sirens all i need is the air inside my lungs you want the bad news we re still waiting for the greater good i ll let the state of the world speak for itself don t try to convince me that you re speaking for the rank and the file while we stand and you hide we ll be heard for miles speaking with the voice of a giant no borders or sides no evidence of a trial there s no escape from their lies it s just a crooked alliance where the wrong lead the right if we re strong we ll survive and realize that we will never step forward if we re standing in line we ll never step forward if we re standing in line so hold your head up high revolt this is revolting revolt this is revolting i ll let the state of the world speak for itself1