Stumbling
Been a part of something evil
Black as soot
Troubling
Thought I knew it all
To find that I've been duped
Been a fool

Running out
Of the things I said
I could not do without

Time to be brave
To step out from this most comfortable of graves

Erase my insincerity
Erase my insecurities

We're bringing it down
I'm calling it sweet
We're stomping the ground
We make our own beat
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
You lowlife

Desperate times
Calls for desperate measures against all these crimes
Our home is ablaze
If we saw this from the Moon, we'd be amazed
We are fools

How selfish and vain
If we close our eyes
We will not see the flames

There's so much we need
So I guess we're gonna die out of our greed

Erase my insincerity
Erase my insecurities

We're bringing it down
I'm calling it sweet
We're stomping the ground
We make our own beat
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
You lowlife
Stomp, stomp, stomp your feet
Stomp, stomp, stomp your feet
Stomp, stomp, stomp your feet