I wonder, I wonder what we'll do,
cause all we knew of yesterday is gone.
The hot air scorching inside your lungs, they say
"You [bad word] for the hills before they burn"
and i'm losing hope that we're gonna make it home.

Deep breathes this is the starting line.
They wanna see what we're made of.

It was [bad word] belt of dust and ash.
The cities stood like tombs of the world that had passed.
Echoes of howls and gnashing teeth,
like rabid wolves in their packs.

Deep breathes, this is the starting line.
They wanna see what we're made of?
 [bad word] for the hills before they [bad word] for the hills before they burn

Try to tell me that this isn't wrong-
(I hear the thunder roll in and the [bad word] down.)
And all I see are the things that you've done,
So I say-
You wanna see what we're made of?
You wanna see what we're made of?
 [bad word] for the hills before they [bad word] for the hills before they burn
You wanna see what we're made of?
You wanna see what we're made of?