We are too old to cry, too young to dienBound to the promise of better livesnWe're bought and sold content to knownThat we'll never have tonFight if we do what we're toldnWe are warrior sons but we run from a causenThat brings freedom and purpose and hope to us allnWe would rather be a product of the world and its whimsnThan have the world be a product of the force of our willsnnRisenAnd at the sound of our standing the earth will groannRisenAnd we will break their backsnnAnd we will stretch for days and miles and yearsnPulled across the fabric of our hopes and fearsnWe'll pay the price, the sacrificenRebels and angels a storm of white lightnEarth shakers, life takers, passion and purpose make men of us allnThe slow rotting, the cancerous fear, the corruption we put a stop to it herennBrothers in arms to menRisenAnd at the sound of our standing the earth will groannRisenAnd we will break their backs with the weight of our willnnGive us insurrectionnGive us something to saynGive us thirst for vengeancenAnd we will break their backs with the weight of our willnn