All Rise
by Pro-pain· from No End To Sight
In the most peculiar places, there's not a trace of familiar faces.
Only pain and hate and sorrow reside.
And I awaken from this trance I'm in to forge on til' the end.
Wake up.
Defaced and numbed we coddle the lies.
In haste they dumbed us down to size.
So who'll live to see tomorrow.
All Rise.
And I awaken from this trance I'm in to forge on til the end.
Wake Up.
All Rise.
And I awaken from this trance I'm in to forge on til the end.
Wake Up.
And I awaken from this trance I'm in to show myself and fight them til the end.
Wake Up.