Social Repose - Raise Your Fist

Burnt earth, shattered hearts,
Hopeless desolation.
Endless anticipation for reconciliation.
Raise your fist hear the sound of the enemy.
They want submission, we want a war.
Senses fleeting,
We won't be the ones repeating past lives,
The world will hear our battle cries.
March, march, march
We'll be dancing in the dark,
Put your weapons in the air you have the wits to embark against
A nameless villain lusting for disaster,
You bring the moves and I'll bring the motion

So move.

Drumroll of the shotguns feeling up your heartbeat,
Backbeat of the shells keeping us in motion,
Extension of the past we have the will to ignite this city.
The world is ours.
Senses fleeting,
We won't be the ones repeating past lives,
The world will hear our battle cries.
March, march, march
We'll be dancing in the dark,
Put your weapons in the air you have the wits to embark against
A nameless villain lusting for disaster,
You bring the moves and I'll bring the motion