You can paint the town in black and white
You can claim that what is wrong is right
You can try to hold with whips and chains
But listen close to what the wise man said

An age of man, of steel and gold brocade
While the world withers in the shade
Fighting friends for privilege and acclaim
Never thought the dead can't feel ashamed

Can I beat down the lies you propagate?
Defy this world that you create?
Can you hear the distant rumbling?
You will hear it when we raise our fists

And I know I've seen this show before
We're a part of your twisted encore
And I know our voices light the fire

So come and watch us burn
Watch us raise our champions
See what we will make
A world that's unfamiliar
A dawn of a new age