Beat your arms against your chest in reparation of your fear. And we will march until death, âtil our conscience disappears. Just take up your arms, and weâll be heroes by the dawn. To the victor goes the spoils but is it truth weâre fighting for? To the victor goes his keep of not gold but enemies. And youâll speak so cavalier to cast deceit into the wind. Fear you not their swords and spears, theyâll fall like petals from your skin. Just take up your arms, and weâll be heroes by the dawn. But open your eyes and youâll see weâre villains by tonight. If weâd be more than all that weâve seen weâd be more than ordinary. And we would make it through to daybreak. Dreaming we see all that weâll be when kindness knows our minds. But time will reveal all that we steal finding meaning in our lives.