A stone’s throw from the fault line, but we’ll build here anyways
I feel the rhythm as the ground beneath me shakes
We didn’t sign up for the front line, but those cowards ran away
And now the kickback from the rifle
Is our one shot at survival
And baby we’re not going out like the moosehead on the wall
With a frozen look so calm
Like he doesn’t know he’s dead
I swear when I go, you won’t want to hang me up
Cuz when my time comes, I will go unrecognizable
I’ve got a static in my headphones. The invisible airwaves
Of eight million souls with nothing left to say
And it’s possible our trenches might as well be shallow graves
But like a bad heart on Viagra, I will go out with a bang
It was all good fun till you played rough with us
Then it got serious