(CHORUS)
Wake up my friend and smell the ashes
All things must come to and end.
You're burning with a passion for Life.
You yearn for something you cannot define.
(Divine!!!)

ADAM:
Guns of the Patriots, Shot across the nation.
Waking every person from their eternal slumber.
War is in the East and the Drugs are in the Streets,
And I hug her in the sheets before I finish up my thesis.
Tears of a clown and the children all drown.
Fall comes around whence we all fall down.
Pockets full of stogies, wallet, and a cellphone.
My brain is full of thoughts that only I, myself know.
As the bell tolls, And I ask for whom?
It's such a lively, a vibrant, and a lovely tune.
Signifying, a certain persons doom.
Your time will come for this Life is surely interlude.

Oh America! As I walk your ground!
Cannot help but think about this Love I found!
As I wander through every little town!
You're still breathing here!

AMARANTH:
Welcome to America, the Land of the Brave!
Home of the imprisoned. Land of the Slaves!
Where the bitches look Hawaiian so we're all getting lei'd.
Meet up on the stage, Where we can congregate.
Directors in his chair, Now is the time for action.
Smote every show, Hands do way more than clappin'
Revolutions need music! Time for crescendo.
Staccato beat pattern, Archangels sing of nouveau!
Reach as we unleash, The Ultimate,
Modern day dysentery cos' they ain't stoppin' shit!
I rep a viewpoint connected to the populous,
The damage has been done, and it is quite obvious.
Crack filled roads, and rundown streets of the D,
Attempted to defeat, but ended obsolete,
The machine as we log on and start spiraling.
Preferred Queen and King, and a beneficial monarchy.

ADAM:
The-the aroma of the dirt and the nature was different.
And hidden by cancerous malls and boxes.
All the little places I fornicated with many different women,
[Would suck my cock/In different mindstates.]
Suburbs internet means of travel,
As opposed to human beings walking on gravel.
You must be reminded. We are still alive.
We have yet to die. We have yet to fly.

(CHORUS)
Wake up my friend and smell the ashes
All things must come to and end.
You're burning with a passion for Life.
You yearn for something you cannot define.
(Divine!!!)