Set In Motion

Our fears ring true,
We're on a march towards the end,
Cover my eyes,
But I still hear the deafening drums of war,
Onward every twisted spoke.

Let's make history,
Let's make history stop,
When there's nothing left,
We'll be fed our father's dreams.

And I find every time I face this skyline,
I picture it in ruins,
It's not going to stop.

Our fears ring true,
We are numbered with the dead,
When I finally come apart,
Every piece will melt holes into the streets,
Onward every twisted spoke.

Let's make history,
Let's make history stop,
When there's nothing left,
We'll be fed our father's dreams.

We can't let it happen like this,
Burn it down,
Burn it to the fucking ground,
It's not going to stop.