Warlords

The sirens cry "emergency!" Head to the fields A dying light from deep inside emerges free Time to face the weapon in me The way a demon crosses in and crosses out Change frames, hallucinate - will you freak out We saw the faces looking in, looking around Take shape, manipulate Where are you now? Generation dead - your way is out of control You are unfulfilled You can't go back on what you said Separate from your disguise You look disrupted Undo your mouth from all the lies and be confronted It's obvious, unjust and terrifying Don't crawl back to where you were hiding We saw the faces, the danger in our hands No room for saviors, we'll lead ourselves until the end We see the embers start to fade You wait around for something real As the embers start to fade You wait around for something real Something you could feel This is the risk that we all take To start again or start to fade We are the Warlords