The Dead (Garage Sessions)

I pulled the pin on our hate grenade today
thousand heartbeats will be silenced this way
When no one listens to the words I say
No one cares about anything
The revolution's dying fast
Now set the tone upon this mass

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 [bad word] #39; hear us sing

This! Is!
Not what we're fighting for
This! Is!
Not what we're living for!
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 hearts may cause so much catastrophe?
When everything around me falls
And sends an echo through these walls
fire fuelled by my revenge
And gasoline!

So say what you want
You're still 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 [bad word] hypocrite!

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

So proud and tall but falling down..
(I know what it feels to be alive)
So strong your world is falling down...
(I know what it feels to be alive)
So proud and tall but falling down..
(I know what it feels to be alive)
So strong your world is falling down...
(I know what it feels to be alive)
So proud and tall but falling down..
(I know what it feels to be alive)

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!
Oh can you hear them screaming?
Whoah-whoa-oh-whoah-oh!
Oh can you hear them screaming?
Whoah-whoa-oh-whoah-oh!
Oh can you hear them?

This! Is!
Not what we're fighting for