| Call to arms, there's a holy war tonight. | |
| You and me and it's time to fight | |
| Prideful times for prideful eyes | |
| Brother, I see right and you see blind | |
| Respect my rights and my right beliefs | |
| It's death to non-compliancy | |
| And we all fall down, as this body breaks to pieces | |
| Unity is breaking down. | |
| Hello, self-righteousness. | |
| United, we're divided and we fall to our demise | |
| And we all are breaking down. | |
| There's a holy war waged against our own side. | |
| Segregate the masses, keep our corporate consciences feeding | |
| Send more fire down from the pulpit; convince me that's just what we're needing | |
| Onward, good soldier, you'll find this is the price you pay. | |
| Your comrades are all occupied, stuck in their own ways. | |
| And all the while we've fought so hard, blind, inflicting our own scars. | |
| Forgetting where the battle's waged, it didn't even occur to us that we're already saved. | |
| Embrace our death... | |
| It's you and me. | |
| So we fall, proud and tall. | |
| All for one, none for all. |