Testi:
Rise Against Appeal To Reason

we?ve drawn the line With perfect aim, we stand back and throw Glass windows break and it?s all about to blow Lights go out as we pass the torch again

All we are is entertainment Caught up in our own derangement Tell us what to say and what to do All we are are pretty faces Picture perfect bottled

Even though we know, yeah, We know, Our time has almost come, We're all overdue. Can there be a place to call our own? Can there be a road that takes

There, high on the watchtower Keeping the peace Whatever that means Because you see the world through Crosshairs and tv?s don?t you Ten foot walls

To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines We toss and turn but don't sleep Each breath we take makes us thieves

daylight isn?t what she wants the concrete calls my name again im falling thru the cracks I slip she got down on hands and knees, one ear against the

To the ends of this lost world You have marched and you have sworn to a tainted crown of thorns As the hungry sails unfurl We are thrusted from the

I can still remember the words and what they meant As we etched them with our fingers in years of wet cement Days blur into each other though everything

There high on the watchtower Keeping the peace, whatever that means 'Cause you see the world through Cross hairs and TV's, don't you? Ten foot walls