Our fears ring [bad word]  We're on a march towards the end
 Cover my eyes
 But I still hear the deafening [bad word] of war
 Onward every twisted spoke

 Let's make history
 Let's make history stop
 When there's nothing left
 We'll be fed our father's dreams

 And I find every time I face this skyline
 I picture it [bad word]  It's not going to stop

 Our fears ring [bad word]  We are numbered with the dead
 When I [bad word] apart
 Every piece will melt holes into the streets
 Onward every twisted spoke

 Let's make history
 Let's make history stop
 When there's nothing left
 We'll be fed our father's dreams

 We can't let it happen like this
 Burn it down
 Burn it to the [bad word] ground
 It's not going to stop