The Rise

Stand up
Do you hear the songs of redemption coughed out from blackened lungs?
As the bittered martyred voices harvest the songs to ruins...ruins
Pump the veins with blood and demons
To breed havoc baptized in venom
The screams turn to whispers and we forget it
Do you see the streets turn cold and red?
As millions of swollen hands are unable to close or clinch
In a cycle of filth the rewards are reaped in ruins...ruins
And now we're safe
With blood in our own mouths
Swallowed in faith...spit it out
The fear soaks in
Pointing the way to the horizon
Do we choke on our sins?