Gasoline - poured through the holes shot in your room
While you sleep and dream of all the things that you will lose... Every waking day...
Flames ignite - turn your house into a funeral pyre.
You awake - try to scream but choke until you're blue.
So you run...oh you run...
Because every waking day you will rise
And every waking day you will fight.
Now they're gone, with the break of dawn they left wakes of ash.
You will track all of their footsteps headed west.
Every waking day you will rise
And every waking day you will fight.