We'll leave it up to stupid choices
And dying in vain
We're getting tired of this not making sense

But we can't escape
These lines are drawn
Our days are numbered

The walls stand still and we begin to wonder
Are we ready for this?


Fighting words, these are fighting words
And I'm fighting just to breathe
The tension in the air is killing me

Fighting words, these are fighting words
And I think it's time to leave
Mazes make letters make works make sense

When you overlap the maps and read between

And now the sting of the past

Is the last thing on my mind
Memories, they fill my head
And I am driving blind

So many have died
For this twisted show
The Grievers have come and we finally know

We're not ready for this

In this solemn hour we wait for you