Из альбома: The Beat of Our Decay
We've died a million times
But we are not the walking dead
So fucking far from gone,
We jump around and bang our heads
We made our own way
And now we expect some wicked creds
But we will not behave,
We stomp the ground and scream instead
Show me, don't tell me
Walk through the fire
We live as we do to show the world what it could be
What's it mean to you?
Is this a vision you can see?
Heroes are those who don't just accept the way things are
Now, which one are you, the driver or the car?