Our actions are our battle cries.
The words we’ve chosen are death wishes.
We fight in the silence of the demise,
Passing along our farewell kisses.
Hung about the necklace of hate,
Dangling above the wreck they create.
Whatever that shall be expected is a debate,
Which we will just have to end without being too late.
Our stances are made.
Our war will be known.
We’re never afraid.
We’ll never be alone.
Hush, hush,
Let’s rage a little bit longer.
There’s no problem with a crush,
Especially crushing you; we’ve gotten stronger.
There’s no reason to run;
We’ll do the favor of pulling the trigger
Right as we place the barrel of the gun
To your head and you’ll realize who’s bigger.
Think about it in those few seconds
What you have done to us.
Your precious projects are now weapons
With their own voices harming you with physical cuts.
We’ve never asked for this,
But never shall we be slaves again.
Over time we’ve become remiss;
We’re no longer going to be slain.
Whatever you plan to do,
Heed our warning: actions speak louder than words.
So, if you plead for a second chance, something new,
You better earn it and fight towards—
Something great.
But there will be redemption.
From it, we will create
A world of complete salvation.
