The scars
Beneath their [bad word] length to length
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] Atonement awaits
Unseen to the eyes