Uprising

If you can't leave the easy way
You might as well smash the ceilings of hell and ride the shockwave out
Let's stomp in the puddles of raining ash
Choke on our laughter and stray embers burning in our lungs

We've been forgiving to the demons
I'd rather be miserable in the way that leaves a burning trail
(Or a six-lane blazing highway)

(If we burn this place out of existence
We'll claim the void as our valhalla)

We or these mile-high walls will fall
We charge at them with suicidal speed
We only run for freedom
No longer for our lives
For if they want us back they'll have to scrape our organs off the bricks

Angels could not match our fury
Raging hearts race
their collective pulse at supersonic speeds

And if there was a warning sign at all
we'd have smashed and torched it
before we thought to read