Get up off the ground
And save yourself

We are prisoners to regret 
When we replay mistakes
Over and over again
We are so tied to the absolute 
But what does it mean?
How far can we tow this burden?
Its the call to the warrior as we dissolve into resolve

In the sand the lines been drawn
But we keep marching on

Through the darkness we will fight until we find a way
For they cannot preach both free will and fate 

My lungs have set fires 
Fickle men cannot decide my destiny 
Here I stand, I will hold my ground
It's on this road we have learned the face and shape of betrayal 
And all of it's names.

In the sand the lines been drawn 
But we keep marching on and on

Through the darkness we will fight until we find a way
For they cannot preach both free will and fate

How the deaf are blessed

My lungs have set fires
Its the call to the warrior
Here I stand
I will hold my ground

So get up off the ground