No one gets out alive
But I won't be the last to die
No one gets out alive
But I won't be the last to die
I have chose to fight here
And I'll see it to the end
If need be I will die here
My all I will extend
Your heart is weak and it's not right
If not for this what would you fight
Your words are big, they prove untrue
Turn and walk away you'll get yours too
Pushed to tears, it is your right
But curled in a ball when you should stand and fight
Just to be moved is not enough
Unless it moves you forward
What good is holding the hand of the dying
When what is needed is to be dragged from the dirt
What use have those of sympathetic witness
If their not to be saved
Your heart is weak and it's not right
If not for this what would you fight
Your words are big, they prove untrue
Turn and walk away you'll get yours too
Pushed to tears, it is your right
But curled in a ball when you should stand and fight
Just to be moved is not enough
Unless it moves you forward


To stand&to fall
To charge&to crawl
To rush&to hide
To bleed&to cry
To stab&to please
To hear and bleed
To rush in blind
To fight and die
And in the end when it's just us
The bloods been spilled
The lines been crossed
Our bones are broke
Our flesh is torn
The flag is raised
They'll blow the horns
And we'll have proved
Just why we're here
And we'll move on we'll have no fear
Cause we will know
Win lose or die
We fought our fucking hearts out
DIE FIGHTING
DIE FIGHTING
DIE FIGHTING
DIE FIGHTING
DIE FIGHTING
DIE FIGHTING
Die fighting - with everything
Die fighting - THIS MEANS EVERYTHING
Die fighting - for everything
Die fighting - THIS MEANS EVERYTHING
Die fighting - with everything
Die fighting - THIS MEANS EVERYTHING
Die fighting - for everything
Die fighting - THIS MEANS EVERYTHING