hold on the curtain s coming down on all i thought i knew played by the rules but rulers choose the ones they abide to swim against the current across the grain and follow through it s time to take the gloves off free the storm we held onto stand tall we are soldiers and we ll fight in the fields make them smoulder til we turn the tide we won t tire tormented is the soul that feels and burdened is the mind that reasons so ask yourself cause no one else can tell you what is right what is wrong so no one cares do not despair it is the choice that makes you strong so go alone and throw your stone release the hate you held so long your child is lost but that s the cost this justice isn t meant for us stand tall we are soldiers and we ll fight in the fields make them smoulder til we turn the tide we won t tire 
['australian metal']