| Beneath the Smiles |
|---|
| The scars |
| Beneath their smiles |
| Run length to length |
| A million miles |
| The wisdom |
| Of a broken child |
| Who feels at home |
| Amidst the fire |
| Master knows |
| And he knows best |
| The universe |
| Within his chest |
| The ascendant rise |
| The cowards fall |
| Learn nothing |
| When you know it all |
| Are we men |
| Or are we mice? |
| For certain death |
| Awaits outside |
| We must beat |
| This system now |
| There’s too many |
| To take them down |
| The only way |
| We’ll make it out |
| Is to shed ourselves |
| Of shame and doubt |
| The only way |
| We’ll make it out |
| Is if we make or break |
| Without a sound |
| Seize their prize |
| Storm the gates |
| For all we know |
| They sleep awake |
| They’re marching |
| To the drums like sheep |
| Take a bow |
| And grit your teeth |
| The shrouded moon |
| It’s a sign |
| We have to move now |
| It is time |
| Are we men |
| Or are we mice? |
| For certain death |
| Awaits outside |
| We must beat |
| This system now |
| There’s too many |
| To take them down |
| The only way |
| We’ll make it out |
| Is to shed ourselves |
| Of shame and doubt |
| The only way |
| We’ll make it out |
| Is if we make or break |
| Without a sound |
| Seize their prize |
| Storm the gates |
| For all we know |
| They sleep awake |
| We will overcome |
| Atonement awaits |
| Unseen to the eyes |
