Lightning haze
Zig Zags in roads
Wake up with your black hearts
Fight the "animals"
This is the testimony
Of the young at war
Dwelling on the conflict
Thinking, maybe tomorrow'll never come
As they face the gun
Their black gold eyes
Understated the power of politic
Wish we could rewind all the rhetoric
That they've claimed and sold
While the fools rule in praise
The globe has warmer days
I lift my fist to find the solace
And hope that Love will save us
As we face the gun
Ridge's power is set
Under guises of false security
Understand
We're taking on Mr. Orwell's master plan
Take my hand
Hold on because the turbulence is ahead
And face the gun
