i m tired of being sad and lonely tired of trying not to think of you been too long since i ve raised these hands i m tired of havin something to prove another day on the daily dole another day in unemployment lines keep askin me how i m doin i m doin just fuckin fine wake up to the truth america we ve fallin for the seventh time keep lookin for the seventh sign four horses on a final ride i m tired of always sitting back waiting for the seventh seal to crack fists clenched need something big to hit swinging my sling your too big to miss i m tired of all the empty words so i m sellin my cloaks for swords time to get up this ain t no time for lovin it s time for a battle plan lookin for a sign above but the sign is right in your hand white knuckles wrapped around a lie crush it down time to let em fly in the garden sweatin blood tonight but on this altar i hold the knife i m tired of all the empty words so i m sellin my cloaks for swords time to get up get up stand up fight for more get up stand up fight your war