we are too old to cry too young to die we re bound to the promise of better lives we re bought and sold content to know that we ll never have to fight if we do what we re told we are warrior sons but we run from a cause that brings freedom and purpose and hope to us all we would rather be a product of the world and its whims than have the world be a product of the force of our wills rise and at the sound of our standing the earth will groan rise and we will break their backs and we will stretch for days and miles and years pulled across the fabric of our hopes and fears we ll pay the price the sacrifice rebels and angels a storm of white light earth shakers life takers passion and purpose makes men of us all the slow rotting the cancerous fear the corruption we put a stop to it here brothers in arms to me rise and at the sound of our standing the earth will groan rise and we will break their backs with the weight of our will give us insurrection give us something to say give us thirst for vengeance and we will break their backs with the weight of our will