Well raise your hands, it's all ours for the taking   With disbelief they see the march go by   Go by      A history of wrongs and blistered implications   Less of what we need and more, more frustration   Taken to the altar and left to deteriorate   Taken just for granted, they laugh and devastate      You won't be the first or last to take a stand   Idols will remain, in glass, your highered hand      Well raise your hands, it's all ours for the taking   With disbelief they see the march go by      Haunted by the echo of the loading   Bodies in the throat of the beast   Hounded by the forces rejecting, rejecting peace      Try as you might   I don't believe   You have the strength   You are nothing more than the empty men   Nothing more, we'll see your end      Raise your hands, it's all ours for the taking   With disbelief they see the march go by      (Taken to the altar, taken for granted)      Haunted by the whimper of the children   Bodies in the throat of the beast   Try as you might, I don't believe      I don't believe   You have the strength   You are spoken for   The empty men   Nothing more   We'll see your end