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