No one gets out alive   But I won't be the last to die   No one gets out alive   But I won't be the last to die      I have chose to fight here   And I'll see it to the end   If need be I will die here   My all I will extend      Your heart is weak and it's not right   If not for this what would you fight   Your words are big, they prove untrue   Turn and walk away you'll get yours too   Pushed to tears, it is your right   But curled in a ball when you should stand and fight   Just to be moved is not enough   Unless it moves you forward      What good is holding the hand of the dying   When what is needed is to be dragged from the dirt   What use have those of sympathetic witness   If their not to be saved      Your heart is weak and it's not right   If not for this what would you fight   Your words are big, they prove untrue   Turn and walk away you'll get yours too   Pushed to tears, it is your right   But curled in a ball when you should stand and fight   Just to be moved is not enough   Unless it moves you forward      To stand/to fall   To charge/to crawl   To rush/to hide   To bleed/to cry   To stab/to please   To hear and bleed   To rush in blind   To fight and die      And in the end when it's just us   The bloods been spilled   The lines been crossed   Our bones are broke   Our flesh is torn   The flag is raised   They'll blow the horns   And we'll have proved   Just why we're here   And we'll move on we'll have no fear   Cause we will know   Win lose or die   We fought our fucking hearts out      DIE FIGHTING   DIE FIGHTING   DIE FIGHTING   DIE FIGHTING   DIE FIGHTING   DIE FIGHTING      Die fighting - with everything   Die fighting - THIS MEANS EVERYTHING   Die fighting - for everything   Die fighting - THIS MEANS EVERYTHING   Die fighting - with everything   Die fighting - THIS MEANS EVERYTHING   Die fighting - for everything   Die fighting - THIS MEANS EVERYTHING