Album: Crusades
We didn't need it in the first place, but to be defeated would be strange
We prepared for war and as the verse states
The battlefield became the stage
The kickdrum is an earthquake, and the typhoon is the bass
The guitars will make the earth shake, and this song is the birthplace
We strapped on our armor
'Cause TPC are men of honor
The drums were getting louder and we knew
The winds would churn for hours, they'd come out of the water
But TPC are men of honor, yes it's true
Things ain't as they seem
Something's wrong with this scene
And the wind blows up mean
Now I'm not talking just to talk it, I keep my money where my mouth is
But lately it's just a little too close to call it
The rally cries became our rockets, the casualties were catastrophic
You think you're shivering now, just wait until the frost hits
We ain't in Kansas and this sure as hell ain't August
And the tornadoes slowly morphed into a moshpit
The downpour worked its way back to the faucet drain
It started soft but now we're twisting in the toxic rain
And we can't help but watch each other wash away
I don't think we're coming back but really that's OK
We all seemed to thoroughly enjoy our crazy stay
We walked through life like it was one great big parade
We walked through life like Sancho Panza and Don Quixote
We used to want it now we never want it back
We choose the gauntlet
We used to want it now we never want it back
We'll prove we're honest