The Dead (Garage Sessions) Lostprophets

I pulled the pin on our hate grenade today
A thousand heartbeats will be silenced this way
When no one listens to these words I sing
No one cares about anything
The revolution's dying fast
Who sets the tone upon this mess?

So say what you want
You're still a thorn in my side
You can take it away
I won't give up inside
You can put us on trial
And sentence us all to death

You'll fucking hear us sing!

This! Is!
Not what we're fighting for!
This! Is!
Not why we're living (for)!
(Whoah-whoa-oh-whoah-oh!)
Oh can you hear them screaming?
(Whoah-whoa-oh-whoah-oh!)
"The dead! The dead!"

So tell me, officer, how does it feel
When evil horsemen cause so much catastrophe?
When everything around me falls
The battled man comes through these halls
The fire fueled by my revenge
With gasoline!