Låttexter: The Fight Between Frames. Good Ole Jeffery Davis.

You're spitting words, but it would be in your best interest
To watch what spills out of that dirty mouth
It's a shame your rotten teeth have found you a place
Next to their starving faces

If you would try and handle it as best as you can
Please, please, please, focus your ears on that opening
Now that's the sound of freedom right their boys

We'll hold the rails in a mass defensive
And make their frontal charge useless
One by one

I'm losing track on my initial intentions
Due to the high causality rate
I think I'm losing my mind out here

But I'm told to bathe in the idea of victory
Wash me clean baby, wash me clean

Lord, my hearings lost from cannon fire
Oh god no!
This leg is dead, gangrene is not my friend

I feel that this has gone on for far too long
And I swear all is lost for this cause
This pledge we've taken as been in vain
And I fear this move has tainted my name

I will admit that I screwed this up
And I will remember every second

We will restore this power