Repeating history a redundant paradigm
Sides send their pawns
The early morning movement
The final stand
Sending up the sun of man
Sides send their children
Sides pulling men from their houses
Men from their lands
This story is told a million times by the light of this T.V. screen
One shot will trump the rest one makes the rest unseen
My only battle my only cause
To keep your from their clutches
To keep you from their pawns
The race to beat the trail of the low hung stars
Careening towards our feet make the earth shake hard
Run but stay away from the hills
Thats where they all will come
Gather what we can were leaving by the dark of night
Quiet among the fire
Quiet beneath the fight
Duck behind me, run
Hold your head down, run
Well hide among the rich who have the answers
Leaving all the poor whove turned to ashes
Morals we must disguise
Ferried on the backs of those who burn beneath us
Material world will finally save us
Carry all of us up through the heavens
Morals they have no price
Buried in, down beneath, hide your eyes, from the rich