The will was lost in cities of the dead.
The land around them mourned.
Too lost to comprehend.
The rife of wards.
The armies in the skies.
The mottled occupant feed.
Our pseudo-Catholic rites.
The rise of the dead.
The word upon our heads has fallen.
The sighs of the dread.
Within our palatial tree of road.
A grave escape.
We're right back where we started from.
The grave is right back.
Here we go.
Resent yourself.
Fortune's law is sketched within our chest.
The ransacked has a say.
The sheep among us sleep.
The
layman's worth.
The hole above his head.
Its tyranny is clear.
The floor beneath is gone.
The rise of the dead.
The word upon our heads has fallen.
The sighs of the dread.
Within
our palatial tree of road.
A grave escape.
We're right back where we started from.
It's
devastating.
It's right back.
Here we go.
A grave escape.
We're right back where we started from.
It's devastating.
It's right back.
Here we go.
Resent yourself.
It's devastating.
It's right back where we started from.
It's devastating.
It's right back.
Here we go.
Resent yourself.
Resent yourself.
Reset yourself.
Reset yourself.
Reset yourself.
Let's play the rock and roll.
Let's play the rock and roll.