Are we the captains or the sailors?
Are we the prisoners or the jailers?
We tow the line, when it goes slack,

We feel the rope across our back,
But we remember...
I read your face and it spells sorrow.

Gone is the hope held for tomorrow.
No place to run, nowhere to hide
Nothing to do but spare your pride

And these words borrow:
Woah-oh, nothing is impossible for
Tho-ose, those who think illogically.

So-o, sink your prohibitions in the sea,
Sing loud a song of reckoning,
They call us bums, they call us failures

We know that weʼre tomorrowʼs tailors
We hold the future in our palm
Weʼre here to fight, weʼre standinʼ strong

(So sing along now)
Woah-oh, nothing is impossible for
Tho-ose, those who think illogically.

So-o, sink your prohibitions in the sea,
Sing loud a song of reckoning
They wanna break our hearts but we wonʼt let

them do it
Weʼre gonna take a stand, thatʼs all there is to it
Weʼre fighting for our lives, this much we know is true, and

Though itʼs against all odds, our faith will see us
through it
And if we die we will not fail

one million men will hear our tale
So raise your sails
Song of Reckoning

Woah-oh, nothing is impossible for
Tho-ose, those who think illogically.
So-o, sink your prohibitions in the sea,

Sing loud a song of reckoning
Woah-oh, nothing is impossible for
Tho-ose, those who think illogically.

So-o, cast down their aspersions at your feet
Raise up your voice and sing with me.
I canʼt hear you

Woah-oh, nothing is impossible for
Tho-ose, those who think illogically.
So-o, sink your prohibitions in the sea,

Sing loud a song of reckoning