the scales fall from their eyes, And haste the day when we see burning satellites Your words are death inside a darken box, But we're poking holes one
That they feel when we decide to take their breath away So just close your eyes Pretend they?re not alive All of your lying can?t destroy the truth It?s babies that we
June 6th 1944 5 minutes till we hit the beach Men reduced to boys, fear will not release Smell of death around, it's coming for me Hear someone scream
This is it, this is where we make a stand You and me, time to face this man to man Can't you see we cannot go on It's me against me again I'm sick of
