Gather round children as we come together   To make up the undesirable, mortal worthlessness  We are the down trodden, forgotten stains in the pavement  The disfigured shadows cast by the moon on the hollowed cemetary grounds  It is a shame that it had to come to this  But in the course of battle  There's never time too worse the casualties of war  Only to take action  If you stand not by my side  I have no choice but to assume that you stand against me  And woe is he who dons the title of my enemy  For their suffering will be eternal in the depths of hell  Which side are you on?  There's a war being raised on the streets as well as in my mind  We must rise up, overcome, and take back what's ours  Ladies and Gentleman it gives me grave pleasure  To bring to you old school Twiztid