The night is drawing closely, the shadows dark and ghostly, 
As sunlight dies, you hear the city's howling cries. 
No peace, no hope, no power, scared of every passing hour, 
Hiding out unseen from the eyes of the machines. 

But we will hide no more, we'll stand and fight this war, 
And strike in battle like we never have before. 
No matter what they do, we'll fight and we'll pull through, 
And turn this place back to the home that we once knew. 

Our streets are scorched and battered, our hearts are torn and shattered, 
But we'll survive, we'll bring our city back and thrive. 
We'll start a revolution, fight for power and retribution, 
Dark, and vile, and mean are the eyes of the machine.